Old

Does it ever get old? Does it ever hit you that it is just the same thing over and over again and again? This shit just never ends. At this age, should we already be getting sick of life? When is it that the once exciting becomes the boring. I was looking for change, I found it, and then slowly it became just another one of those things that I check off on my To Do list. What do we do when we reach the bottom of that list?

I hit 21, it was an epic moment, for just a moment, a fleeting single moment. It seemed so significant, yet so insignificant. It was so hyped up, and thus so disappointing. Will I always be out looking for the new and the exciting? When will I be okay with living my life like an algorithm that never alters or wavers. I just don't want to hit that stage yet. What do you do when there is nothing more to look forward to? Maybe I shouldn't be running all the time. Maybe, just maybe, I should slow down and walk for once.

How can you stand and tolerate this monotoneity. Why do I say that I feel sorry for you, and that I will never become like you. But maybe, I'm really sorry for myself. You are the one that is happy with your boring life isn't it?

So I am going to try again, to prove you wrong.