Time vs. Hope.

Reading old things I've written in the multiple journals i have kept over the last few years is such a strange feeling. I keep having these moments where I'm just like "who are you, where are you, what day is it?". Time is something I feel like I have lost. It's always the same day, over and over again. The hand on the clock just circles itself over and over, not givinfg me a chance to feel a single moment of it.

Reading the old journals feels like I'm looking into someone elses life. Although it's the same person, it's a different day, a different set of eyes. Each page is so full of certainty, yet was still full of so many questions. It's always difficult to read your things that you had hoped for in the past because by now those hopes can be spoken for, or all together gone. Hope is like time, it can be so senseless. It can take you up to the sky, or bury you in the quicksand. But like time, hope is unstoppable, inevitable, and blind. Sometimes we travel fast, hurdling towards the unknown, sometimes the unknown comes hurdling towards us while we watch time standing still.

All I can do i can do is find a balance and keep my head up.



Until the next time, be true to yourself everything will work out in the end.