For me, there has always been the question of power. I don’t know what exactly that means. But maybe I phrased it wrong. Maybe it’s the question of strength. The question of limits.
Will there ever be a time when nothing short of my full faculties will be needed? Will I have prepared for that time? What would constitute preparation even? I know confidence has something to do with it. I know confidence isn’t all.
Can any day be your last? There’s always an anticipation of some future time. Tomorrow, next year, five seconds from now. We’re always looking forward. I think it’s called hope.
I don’t understand perfection.
I don’t understand freedom.
Let’s begin.
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That somewhat imaginary time cusion makes me feel like I'll never really start living my life. It's always coming but never here. As though here and now are not quite good enough to be "real" life. I wish I could get over that hump and accept that quote, that 'if you can see the path you're on in life then it probably isn't yours; you have to beat your own'. Why does that idea have to be so, so scary?
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