The older everyone gets, the more they fall into their comfortable routines of bed at 10 and work at 8. Wash, rinse, repeat.
I grow restless.
The more we are molded into responsible adults, the less time we have for each other, our routines govern our accessibility and stifle our desire for creativity.
I grow anxious.
I find myself longing more and more for something that is seemingly intangible to me.
3 comments:
What do you long for?
There's also the counterpoint of extreme unschedule making it impossible to see people. Sometimes I feel like I'm in a different world lately. It can be rad :D
Gweilo forever!
I'm not really sure how to explain it...
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