Stories, fragments, and photographs from the in-between moments of everyday life
Yesterday I read a story about a girl and about her love. Love for a boy who she fell for much too quickly, and love for a new beginning of which brought her more excitement than she’d felt in years. It was a new adventure, a promise of a better future, a story of love much like the others where the doe-eyed main character dives in head-first, believing that this was it, that this was the real deal.
The past couple of weeks have been very much up and down. For the first two weeks I was miserable, and albeit probably just as miserable to be around (bless my family for always being so patient and understanding). I had a very difficult time adjusting to the changes that were unfolding because it felt as though some of the best parts of my life, as well as the parts that I was looking forward to were slowly vanishing. It felt like a domino effect, one thing leading to the other with a succession of change that felt completely beyond my control.
I’ve always known that one day I’d like to own my craft; be able to write more frequently and reach a larger audience, but the question that not so subtly burst into my mind was why “one day,” why not now?
“Life is not a matter of chance… it is a matter of choice.” – Ka
“Did you figure it out yet?”
Nope.
“Why not, shouldn’t you figure it out by now?”