Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an off-hand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way
Tired of lying in the sunshine, staying home to watch the rain
And you are young and life is long, and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun
My life has been nothing but a cycle of “getting my shit together” to “barely holding my shit together” to “all of my shit coming apart at the seams”, on repeat ever since I was a teenager.
Progress is ephemeral. Progress doesn’t mean jack when you end up back where you started cause of shit outside of your control.
Learn to let it all go and stop comparing your life to how it was. Life just is, enjoy it to the fullest however you can, cause tomorrow it could all be gone in a flash.