She was born a Fearless Wonderer.
She craved to be a Deathless Dreamer.
She became a Hopeless Wanderer.
My mind was made to wonder,
While my heart was born to wander.
She needed to save herself from the monster of her soul, the demons that darkened her heart and the villain that took over her mind.
Another year begins. That should mean 365 days to live (guessing I don’t die earlier). 365 opportunities to change the course of a life. Dreaming and making it true. Not wasting but spending time.
Did I have New Year resolutions? No. Why should I have if I’m not able to make them? Life is hard enough to waste the last days of the year thinking what you’re gonna do the next. Well, I’d say more like trying to do because if I’m honest I don’t make any of it. Like any. And if I have some thoughts of how I wanna it go, then for sure it’s gonna be the other way possible.
Let’s make a last check of 2016: same thing, same shit. There’s been good and there’s been bad and then there’s been life. I don’t want to sound negative (though my own self tends to be, it’s a bad habit), I feel like I’m improving, I feel proud of some of my achievements, but I don’t feel good with my life when I think about my age and the things I should be doing. Is it that hard for me to live as my age? Or maybe is something that everybody feels and not just me. That leads me to think that I may be a bit egotistical or egocentric because I sometimes feel or think that what happens to me only happens to me, and I hate to be that way. Though in the end I’m just human and ‘we are like that’. Hate stereotypes. In the end it doesn’t matter because this post is about me so woo me.
Going back to 2017. I have to say I lied because I have one resolution or curiosity: How will I end up the year, in case I finished it, will I feel the same?
Let’s wish everybody a good year.
Happy New Year!!!
She didn’t think for the right thing to say. She just wanted to be heard, but her voice was barely a whisper. So she thought of something to make the world listen to her. She tried and tried and tried but nothing worked. She decided to give it a last shot, a last chance for the world. She climbed the highest top and screamed at the top of her lungs but there was not a reaction. She abandoned, thinking she had failed. The world didn’t heard her. She was working so hard that she didn’t notice that someone was behind, listening to every single word that came out of her mouth. Even the whispers. Someone that tried and tried and tried to get her to listen but failed. Someone that promised to never give up until she heard what was behind her. Until she noticed the path she’s left behind. Until she heard the world.
If only I had an enemy bigger than my apathy I could have won.
I gave you all.
Mumford & Sons
Alone at night, trying feeling high.
Can’t find a way to show how I really am.
Don’t forget the nights you were doing right.
Those are the only times you weren’t being yourself.
And when they asked where you’ve been
Please don’t tell them you were with me.
Cause I’m hiding of the life.
Because I’m hiding for the night.
I’m higher for that night…
How do you live without regrets?
How do you live with regrets?
I can’t answer any of those two questions
And I’m not sure if I want to know
Because regrets may not be worth it
But they are sure lessons of life
A life I may be losing
A life I may not be living
A life I sometimes want to forget
Because life is my biggest regret
And I regret nothing but life.
When things don’t make sense, quit finding it, you’re just losing your time.
Como puedo representar con palabras lo que siento, si normalmente me pierdo en mis pensamientos y son estos lo único que tengo.