Been digging through my past lately.
It’s funny what changes over time. The things that were once important are just things to me now. They hold no power, they hold no significance. And yet, 5 years ago, they were the world to me. I saw them as clear representations of my spirit, of my soul. Now they lay in the trash pile.
How did I make it? How did I survive all those years being alone? I was totally fine with myself and who I was. I did not compare, I did not judge, I did not yearn, I did not ache. What is so different, then to now? Was it school? Was I lying to myself the whole time? Why do I hurt so badly for something, someone, someplace now?
Five years ago, I was unaware of what I would become. Five years ago, I was ignorant to the changes to come. Five years ago, I was a completely different person.
It’s funny what changes over time. The things that were once important are just things to me now. They hold no power, they hold no significance. And yet, 5 years ago, they were the world to me. I saw them as clear representations of my spirit, of my soul. Now they lay in the trash pile.
How did I make it? How did I survive all those years being alone? I was totally fine with myself and who I was. I did not compare, I did not judge, I did not yearn, I did not ache. What is so different, then to now? Was it school? Was I lying to myself the whole time? Why do I hurt so badly for something, someone, someplace now?
Five years ago, I was unaware of what I would become. Five years ago, I was ignorant to the changes to come. Five years ago, I was a completely different person.
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