Days

 Days


Changes take place from day to day and the only thing that has stayed the same is the shell that holds my mind. My age has turned. The days have gotten longer when I don’t want them but shorter when I do. What does one do to combat this? It is the eternal craving for the most time and the most joy simultaneously. Days have become boring. The daily joy I once possessed has been replaced by fatigue and a drained mind when the sun goes down. But what have I gained? I have gained the realization that I can create anything I desire. The power is within me and I possess the ability to improve myself and create something magnificent. Wisdom is something I now possess. Experience. I can say I have been there and done that. But the one feeling that never flees is the joy I get in learning. Millions of things are available at my fingertips to divulge. Let me live and give me time to learn all I can. Each experience is an opportunity to learn something new. An open mind can absorb all that is thrown at it but a mind with a door will take in about as much as an exclusive club: only what it wants. My mind is open. I am vulnerable and ready for new people, experiences, feelings. I want to feel it all. A time has come where I reflect on past feelings to recreate, but without acceptance of the passing of time, no new connections are available. I confidently state my mind. Before I was hesitant, weary, and scared of my thoughts. Now I can proudly put pen to paper, finger to keyboard, to create a physical piece that I made. Accomplished is what I feel. I focus on the positive, the blessings, the growth that I experience everyday. 


What does it feel like to be me at 23? 


Free. 


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