Not knowing why you’re doing what you’re doing, or in my case not knowing why I’m not doing anything kills me. Especially for someone like me who is too aware of everything. People have been disappearing from my life…figuratively. They’re there but not really. There is really no one to blame. It’s a proof of life just moving ahead. Yet, despite the years I fought to start walking forward again, I’ve been set on staying in place these days. Time is moving but I’m not. It’s almost as if I’m afraid. From what, who knows.
The worst is knowing with a little effort, I could reach for the stars. But it’s weird. It’s as if my body is choosing not to, despite my head screaming to get it together. Is this what happened last time, years ago? My head told me to move on but by my body stood still. I had known then I was broken yet at the same time I had no clue. Although this time the reason is completely lost on me. The tendency of these phases reoccurring is starting to tire me. I no longer want to fight with myself. For years, I have been trying to get better. I want to know when that better is finally here. When can I close my eyes and say you don’t need to look ahead anymore? Just look down and look here. Exactly where you are already.