I honestly don't know what to make of it
There's so many roads to travel
Questions to unravel
It's all quite overwhelming to be honest
Maybe the question is; What do YOU make of it
I feel like there is a universal truth in listening and helping others, that allows you to help yourself
I think I have alot of thoughts, but when it come's to jotting them down they dissappear like the morning fog
I feel like I've lived 3 times, at least
Every decade or "phase", it's own
I see you become fleeting and more unclear
The internal doubt, which I presume also could be an eternal one
The evergrowing realization of how little I know
And how small we are
I like the curiosity, the kindness, the sadness
Which leads to empathic depth, I love to laugh, but never alone
Someone said, life only real, when shared
The same goes for love
Jan 3
Jan 3, 2026 at 1:34 PM UTC
I honestly don't know what to make of it
There's so many roads to travel
Questions to unravel
It's all quite overwhelming to be honest
Maybe the question is; What do YOU make of it
I feel like there is a universal truth in listening and helping others, that allows you to help yourself
I think I have alot of thoughts, but when it come's to jotting them down they dissappear like the morning fog
I feel like I've lived 3 times, at least
Every decade or "phase", it's own
I see you become fleeting and more unclear
The internal doubt, which I presume also could be an eternal one
The evergrowing realization of how little I know
And how small we are
I like the curiosity, the kindness, the sadness
Which leads to empathic depth, I love to laugh, but never alone
Someone said, life only real, when shared
The same goes for love
