share a thought: starting over
I never thought I’d be at point in my life where I’d feel so lost. I suppose this is what is meant when they say that life has become meaningless or that you have to look for your purpose in life. I surround myself with constant laughter and chatter but I can’t help but feel that certain numbness or lack of emotion that accompanies these heady sensory jaunts that I put myself through. All this in the hope that some day, one day I’ll find the piece of my once-happy heart that I lost.
I stand here looking at the vast open that lies ahead of me and I am afraid. The opportunity to do something unprescribed is in my hands but I fear to take it up. Starting over is hard when there is no blue print for it. No map, no signs and no more mindlessly hurtling through the tunnel, seamlessly moving from one stage of life to another.
And again, two years on I am standing on the edge, getting ready to take the plunge again. But this time it’s going to be for me.
