Time, so fleeting, yet, it holds so much.
Over a week now, yet, I feel nothing much has changed. Of course, throughout the course of the week, emotions played me like a casanova plays women. The ups and downs of the ride are like the ebb and flow of the waves. I can’t help being melodramatic and liken the situation to all forms of poetic representation. It is beyond that. It’s a dissonance of holding on and letting go. An oxy moron, if I may.
Perhaps this is the time to find out who I am, what I want, set goals to achieve and be the person that I want to be, not what everyone expects of me. Truth be told, all I want is to be free to do what I want, when I want and how I want. No more being a bridled soul, restricted by resources and people.
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