My life without me
Dont you ever feel that you are living, but you are not in control of your own life? Every piece of your existence is fixed. Constant. It has all become a pattern, when it should be a mess. You want to do something out of character, just to break out, but you cant. You cant grasp, cant hold on, because it has all become so ordinary. I am scared of my own predictability, of knowing exactly what my next step will be. But at the same time I am scared of the fact that in a glimpse of a moment, my whole existence can change. One small step in one direction, can cause a change of a lifetime. And if you do go after that change, is anybody gonna be there to catch you, if you fall?