our lives are ordinary, to the extent that we structure and embrace the predetermined tasks of the next day. i’m scared of not allowing myself to discover the hidden pleasure of spontaneity, especially since a growing laundry list of responsibilities weigh heavier on the shoulders as the years come and go.
instead of throwing myself at the mercy of this romanticised idea of living life, i’ve decided on a slightly structured path that has enough airholes and branches to swing from time to time. so far, so good… unless i’m doing a good job of convincing myself that i’m doing the right thing.
after all, everything can only come at you one second at a time.