Once upon a time, I considered selling my soul for happiness. Then I realized that it happened, unconsciously, when I listened to the opinions of others and lived my life for them. I lost myself in the wild.
Where am I going? My days spent wandering while helping others find their way. The lights on the horizon create the way and an illusion. The voices in my ear whispering truths and lies. Poisoning my mind. The faces of friends I do not recognize.
Anyway, what does it all mean? Frustrations becoming burdens. Why should it matter? Distance accumulates, slowly, over time. Experience will one day accompany me. I’m feeling anxious for change. Life is a cycle and I must remain patient.