I spent the past week typing and typing, writing and writing to the total number of 8 pages, full of thoughts, book rants and raves, self-analysing, flashbacks, and again thoughts. I didn't forget to mention the conclusions, cause there were none. I still plan on continuing the writing process in this little file with the simple 'untitled' as a name for it. However, I came to realization and with it hopefully will come the right decisions. Regardless of all that crap and jazz I have been writing about recently, I finally feel free. Yes, free. There is no more need of Beck and his Sea Change, cause the sea has already changed.
Panta Rhei-everything flows, everything changes.
Same with people, same with feelings, same with me.
I am finally free.
I am finally content and this is good. This is what it probably should be. It's time to stop rushing into faux expectations and stop following my impatient impulsivities, which can be easily called mistakes, because they were nothing more and nothing less than results of my little chaos of emotions. But I want to believe that my chaos can also change and become a bit more organised.
I am aware that this is not some deep, meaningful, or wisecrack post, but it's me and even though I would love to write deep and meaningful posts, I would still love to be and write...me.
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