Few years ago I was just a kid, few years later I’m still a kid but I’ve forgotten what it feels like to live freely,
To live without worries….
I’ve gotten so caught up in trying to make a living that I’ve actually forgotten to live..
I miss playing football, I miss going out
What I’d do to just live among beings that have no baggage to dump on me…
What I’d do to wake up to living a different life everyday…
A life where I can do whatever I like everyday
A life where happiness isn’t ephemeral….
Maybe one day…
Oh brother, live so deeply that when death comes to call, you meet it with a gentle smile and whisper, ‘I have long awaited you, for each day I have truly lived
Almost everyone is at a crossover service hoping and praying for a better year
Then there’s me trying to figure out what I’ll do next, hoping the cold, tender hands of death could take me away so I won’t have to succumb to my worries
The challenges these past few years have been tiring, I want to take off my boots and walk off the field of life and tell life “im done with your games, I’d like to live now” even if it’s just for few minutes before my death
Totally agree!!
If you try being creative while focusing on survival you have to consider the effects your creativity will have on your survival if you deviate from the usual one that pays the bills
Nothing beats creating for the love of the art and not survival