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Thinking out loud
Time is choking me.
I look at my hand, and I can see it decades later,
I see it wrinkled. I see it old.
My life has been nothing but a pebble in the sand.
I wake up, only to go back to sleep in what seems like a second.
I wake up to a new day that ends extremely fast.
And then I wonder. I wonder if I’m wasting time.
I wonder if right now instead of writing this I should be doing something…more.
I wonder if life is going to pass me so fast that I’m not going to be able to live before I die.
I remember my past, and now I see how fast it went for me. How easily I would have wanted to stay in one place for just a little bit more. To savor it.
death seems to be at the door. A door that everyone journeys towards.
Doesn’t matter if that was your destination or not, you’re getting there anyway.
Doesn’t matter how fast you get there. It just doesn’t matter.
Trying to understand what might be on the other side of the door is a waste of time.
Sooner or later everyone is going to know anyway. So why bother thinking about it now? Why waste time thinking about it now?
I don’t know. I don’t know if I should be good or bad. If there is a heaven or hell. If I’m going to be born again someday. If I’m going to become a ghost.
But I do know that life is extremely short, even though im still almost at the beginning of my life. And that I should take life easily and try my best to be happy. Because I have found that by doing that I am unintentionally going to be good. Unintentionally I’m going to make someone’s day.
