I've been cleaning my room/house n
doing some "freaking"organizing...
b4 I go off 2 cook lunch...
My room is so entirely filled with my life that
I fear if anything is lost,
somehow a part of me is destroyed as well.
*But maybe that's just the incense talking.
I've been burning it since 8 in the morning. **
Work was incredibly slow this morning.
I'm discovering more and more everyday that
there is no magical point of "arrival" in life.
U're constantly growing, contantly changing....
People are constantly dissapointing u.
There's nothing u can grasp onto that will be certain n reliable.
I used 2 think that there was a list of things in life
that if i could only achieve
I would find happiness.
No such thing exists.
Happiness is a decision.
Not a job. Not a killer pair of jeans.
U find it where u choose 2 see it.
Like the the final page of a book.
Or maybe ,toasted sandwiches with ur family on a beach;
Or probably a conversation that keeps u thinking long
after u've both stopped talking.
I'm done with this writing 4 now.
This is my life, I'm who I want 2 be.
The rest is all perks.