I miss being younger

There's so much I've missed out because of my path chosen, and I obviously miss the things that I never experienced because I hear about those events, and I see them in a new light. That new light is seemingly quite entertaining and those glimpses make my soul weep in wonder. Almost wander, from my path, each time a strong nerve is struck.

But I stay wide eyed with my drooping face.

Holy shit, man I crave that younger me. And all the bitching in the world isn't enough to bring it back. I want to get high off of crying due to self pity. That's really as pure as this life's bliss gets for me. That's why I step out and knock myself out sometimes.

Sometimes pain needs to be realized and valued for what it really is. A lesson. A reminder. A promise. A part of the real beauty of reality.

do you think addiction can be beautiful?

for someone to do something against their will, and stay content... don't you see the level of harmony in that person?



like I think i'm addicted to staying alive, or else i would have killed myself a couple of times by now

some people are in love, and can't help themselves from stopping even though at times they want to



essentially, some humans think freeing their will is the best manifestation of the given free will