Wicked people never have time for reading. It’s one of the reasons for their wickedness.
—Lemony Snicket (via insomniaticdisposition)
We were never supposed to make it this far
Not us, not meant to be 25, still breathing, still capable of memory
The pressures were supposed to have crushed us by now
The world was supposed to have swallowed us whole
We never planned to live this long
Our goals became hazy after 22
Regardless, we’re still here for the thrill
The excitement of building ourselves up
Just to burn it all down.
People always tell you not to linger on the past. The idea is to move forward and since theirs nothing new in the past it should be left alone. But what if you dropped something important along the way? What if examining your past is the only way you can understand your present? Our memories reveal a lot about who we are. What we choose to remember and what we choose to forget defines us.
I remember being different. My memories reveal things I may not have written about yet, things that seem like tiny specks of thought but when more closely examined, had more of an impact on me then I could imagine.
So now I begin the task of reexamining my past. Somewhere along the way I lost myself. Through these stories and prose I hope to find that.