Maybe then, all these thoughts would stop.
I can stop worrying if I'm ever gonna meet someone.
And if I do, will I be in a loveless marriage or not?
Will I regret it?
Will I regret the rest of my life if I choose to never meet someone
to avoid heartbreak?
Will life as a whole work out for me?
Will I always be this sluggish and stay in bed?
Will I ever reach my full potential?
Will I ever be "happy?"
But then I stop to think about it.
I've always hated DNFing a book and never reading
to the end. Even when it's so insufferably boring (looking at
you, Albert Camus.... No offense).
Whenever I start cooking something, even though
it's not looking too good, I continue through the recipe 'til
the end (and then maybe toss it if the taste is too bad).
And even though I sucked at running, I never left
a race unfinished.
Even though taking my life right now seems so
easy and delectable right now, I know that I'd
be leaving one of the greatest books ever written
unfinished.
That would kinda suck.
I feel like we're getting right to the good
part too.
I can feel it.
Life is tiring.
Even when your life isn't chaotic
or crazy. It can still be tiring.
But even when the clouds take over
the entire sky, I still look up to
find that small patch of blue; telling
me to fight.
It's telling you to fight.
So keep fighting.