When everything gets to a place where I don’t know how to go on, I play a game. Tell myself that it’s the end of a journey, leave the luggage behind, clear my memory, and start over like a new leaf.
I am still not sure how this game ends each time, but the beginnings are always so relieving. The acknowledgement that life has just begun, makes me stupidly happy. For a day or so.
I know re-booting, reformatting my hard drives will takes its toll one day. maybe I am already close to the end. But there’s nothing to be afraid of the end if there’s nothing to be excited of before. Don’t be afraid, I tell myself.
Still. Today is not that day to start over. Give me a week. Or more.
Saved by Khalid
4 months ago