The larvae that turn into frogs, the frogs that turn into princes, the caterpillars that turn into butterflies, the babies that turn into old, crippled, human beings, all the species are in constant movement and change; there’s no security whatsoever in what you have or what you are now.
Some days I just desire a break: hours where the clock needle stops turning right, hours in which all of these parallel universes cease to exist. I don’t want to be conscious of time, or my loss of it. I don’t want to have to meet expectations all the time and having to read theories and philosophies on life as to apply them to my own and then when I’m older look back and say: “I did well”. It’s a constant weight that we carry in our shoulders, that of life. I’m not taking its merit of it being beautiful, I’ll give that to her (she’s definitely a girl, with all of her mood swings, ups and downs) but what we all have to admit, is that she’s tiresome.
Us human beings should be given a paralyzed world once a month, for an x amount of time, we should be brainwashed so that we are free of preoccupation and despair. Just do what we please without consequences, be given what we want without asking anything back, being able to stand on our own and not depend on others but wanting others to be part of our happiness, having to go nowhere but at the same time being everywhere, a span of time where pleasure and balance make love. And we shall remember that, and that break should be our force to go on, our periodic oasis.
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