I create new roads and sights in my mind to mesh with the new roads and sights under my feet. Ive been thinking about dreading going back to my Real Life, and about how I dont know what I want to do with my life: two sentiments shared by many. The best thoughts Ive had offered to me about these?
1) What do you mean you do not know what you want to do, you are doing it! (We are in Bosnia–presumably that is what in fact you and I wanted to do with our life, never mind if only for a time frame in it. All of life is a time frame!)
2) In the long run, the amount of time a thing takes is irrelevant. Dont let that be an influencing factor in choosing your next move or your follow through.
Pace of life in Bosnia is slow. I love it. Ive needed it. When pace of life is too fast, it is not even a matter of Meaning not sinking in; when your life is too fast, meaning may not show up at all.
Days go slow
And time goes fast
Im thinking about things that happened when I was 5,
Reliving a memory thats been the sick source of my drive.
The more I think, the less I know.
I dont want this too to become a past I didnt realize,
In the living,
Are the good old days.