It’s amazing how life can change in a heartbeat and still stay the same..
It was a year filled with horror as well at happiness.
An odd year to decipher, an odd year to wrap my head around.
Last year, at this time I was heartbroken, on my way to say goodbye (not to life but to everyone I had ever known) to everything that I had ever known, I felt tired of the life I lived.
In parts I still do, I want to run away from what makes the “perfect life”, It’s not me.
So all in all, my life this year:
I lost my first ever love; found myself, found myself, got drunk (often), go my Motorcycle license (have no idea why bu I always spell Motorcycle with a large “M”), got myself the motorcycle with the largest engine (production) in the world, found myself one on this planets most wonderful gils.
All in all it was a good year, so why am I not satiated?
What is it that I need to be happy?
Why do I feel like I want to run away?
I’m so extremely afraid to change my everyday life even if I in may cases are braver then I might seem to be..
Sitting here with my girlfriends half full bottle of wine Im staring to wonder what I want out of life, where do I want to be in a few years time, hell, where do I want to be when I’m all out..
What do I wanna do with my life?
Lets end this with a long novel:
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The Beginning of Nothing
As the young boy watched his father take the last drop of the so obviously empty bottle he wondered what he had done that evening in order to make his father feel the need to use his glasses.
After safely tucking away his tired father the boy made his way to his own blue colored bedroom where his first Michael Jackson single was still playing.
The feeling in his mind was that of Christmas morning, the joy of finally getting to go to the science history museum with his father felt overwhelming.
So many times that they had went past the museum while worked with his father, making it easier for him since he couldn’t climb that fast, high or fast whit his glasses still on.
The boy knew that his father was getting older, he wanted the boy to learn the craft and make him a few extra hours pay while learning.
Like a bullet shut out of a gun the boy jumped out of bed at 07:00, feeling like his world was going to be finalized, he felt as he would find himself in all the rumble of a museum filled with the greats, everyone that had bean anyone, his role models
He poked his father to get him up, he knew he was a hard sleeper so he went up to prepare breakfast.Once breakfast had been completed, the boy, with the joy of 40 boys glided down the stair rails in order to wake his father.
Bright and early and with a certain skip in his step, he got out of bed, with a smile on his face.
His mother wasn’t home that weekend which meant a “Just you and me dad” day which always meant pizza, candy and staying up late!
only thing that made the boy sad was the fact that his father was lactose intolerant.
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If any writer out there has anything to add/subtract/say (at all), it would be great to get some feedback!
Song for the day:
Missy Higgins – The Special Two