Do you ever think that life could be more?
That we are sitting,
doing nothing,
that life is passing us by?
Sometimes,
I feel remorse
for having had children so young,
for not having adventured
beforehand.
I want some adventure!
But all I see ahead of me is
Tameness.
I wish I had had a chance to go out into the
Wilderness
and just lived,
moment by moment.
I'm afraid I will die,
regretting that I never once lived.
(If I were a wealthy man, this might be the beginning of my mid life crisis.)
What is it called when a woman feels the panic of settledness coming upon her?
There is no name.
There is only the feeling of the sameness of days going by,
the aloneness of standing here,
surrounded by routine,
by repetition.
While the desire to jump,
to plunge, into the unknown,
beats steady on in my chest,
and the knowing that
That moment,
That chance,
Has passed me by.
Aug 27, 2013
Aug 27, 2013 at 7:52 PM UTC
Do you ever think that life could be more?
That we are sitting,
doing nothing,
that life is passing us by?
Sometimes,
I feel remorse
for having had children so young,
for not having adventured
beforehand.
I want some adventure!
But all I see ahead of me is
Tameness.
I wish I had had a chance to go out into the
Wilderness
and just lived,
moment by moment.
I'm afraid I will die,
regretting that I never once lived.
(If I were a wealthy man, this might be the beginning of my mid life crisis.)
What is it called when a woman feels the panic of settledness coming upon her?
There is no name.
There is only the feeling of the sameness of days going by,
the aloneness of standing here,
surrounded by routine,
by repetition.
While the desire to jump,
to plunge, into the unknown,
beats steady on in my chest,
and the knowing that
That moment,
That chance,
Has passed me by.
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