Things that meant so much to me before now do not matter anymore. We all get tired and weak at some point in time, even when we know we can’t just stop there. I read somewhere that ‘rarely do you get something when you want it too much.’ I’m tired of trying to get the right balance on the pendulum. I fear that I am resting too much. I hate that I’m feeling so comfortable, knowing that I’ll regret this later on.
Sometimes I feel like a chameleon, having to adapt here and there, and back. Adapting, then suddenly saying goodbye, as if my heart is merely a joke.
We all get tired some point in time. But I will still chase my dreams. The wind will blow and shake you. But you have to remain rooted to the ground.