Space Between

So, I guess this is not the best time to rant about my issues in life. Not at this time when people are fighting for their and other people's lives. Not at this time when people are complaining, waiting and hoping that tomorrow will be a better day. I know, not now. But this is my blog anyway. Lesser audience. Lesser judgments. Lesser bashing. I actually have no idea why I need to visit my blog. I don't know why I need to stare at this screen. I just feel the need to. My mind has not been allowing me to get enough sleep these days, and well, that's not something new. But maybe, writing about nothing is helpful. Writing about being nothing is worth writing. Writing about nothing is what I need to do. These days, many things play inside my head and all those point to one thing-- wait for the right time. Wait for formalities. Wait for acceptance. Wait for understanding. Wait for improvement. Wait for betterment. The latter being the hardest thing to wait for. But yes, sy...

Because who wants to get stuck in an unhappy life forever? No one. Happy I got out.

I learned that in order to live a peaceful life, you have to let go of some things which you once believed will please you. One thing is letting people understand what you do, what you did and what you want to do. Admittedly, I am still in the process of taking this a principle in life. I have never been a 'likeable' person in the first place and I don't actually understand where this need is coming from. Maybe, from that confession, per se. Then again, we go back to the main premise. There.Is.No.Packing.Need.To. In this world where more and more people are becoming interested on another person's mistakes, there is actually no need to let them know more. Not that it is always a mistake. But there is no need to feed a demon with wine. Let them find their own wine and drown with it. So, as I go on with my life, I will be bring along with me this attitude. And to all bashers and chismosas out there: You want to know about what happened? You want to know about me? Man...

Take me back to the time when my shoes were cheap, but I have more than enough. Take me back to the days when I am alone wandering, yet I am proud. Take me back to the months when my hands were empty, still, my time was right. Take me back to the years when alcohol was bittersweet, sleep was cheap and the nights were always young. What has adulting done? Why don't you take me back?