I’ve spent my whole life running a rat-race and chasing deadlines without ever finding the time to live for something more.

And I try to express how upsetting this is to me in written form, but it seems the older I get, the longer I spend here, the more I second guess the words so clearly set in my
head, until there’s nothing left but something that’s already been said, and I think..“That’s not worth writing.”

So the light within me fades. Replaced by everything that used to be, accompanied by memories that once to me were comforting, but laugh at me just out of reach. I’ll never write like that again, so passionate in type of speech.

So I resign by way of pen, because I never practiced what I preach. Living here and now beats living there and then, heed my warning if you please.