I lost my way…

I can see now, why some would sit on reason to give their life a meaning that wouldn’t risk being disputed. ‘Cause, what if they failed?

Not that I’d chicken out upon the challenge of finding something worth busting my skinny ass for. But what if I fail..?

For the most part of my life, I’d played monkey-no-see when confronted to such important questions as “what next?”. Of course eventually, blindfolded as I was, I ended up bumping into one of these questions I wish I’d avoided.

I wasn’t even really aware they were still somewhere ahead of my way. I thought I had found the answer, I thought I’d removed the issue.

Apparently, monkey no thinkey either. The question hadn’t left, I’d just pushed it a little further down the road, and it was waiting for me. And it was pissed.

To man up is what I need now, to get rid of it, that I know, and I’m kind of already on my way. Just ‘kind of’ though. No hurries, I think I can make it on time. I need to find the right pace, that’s all, so that I can grab every candy bar left on my way out of wonderland.

I’m gonna miss it here. What’s worse is I’m afraid I might forget I miss it.

We’ll see, won’t we. I’ll give you a call when I’m there.