I just finished Christmas shopping. It’s 1am on Christmas eve day. And I can’t help but think, what is it all for? I give and give and give and then get but it just feels like I’m not getting any further ahead.
I try to look after myself, but im sick. I’ve got a new job, but it sucks. I miss someone, but I don’t know who it is.
And maybe all I really need is a good nights sleep, but still I would be incomplete.
Sometimes all I think that’s left to do is get away from it all, and do something that really matters.
I’ve racked my brain thinking what I could do, where I could go, but nothing really seems right for me.
I want to help people in my own way. I remember an old teacher said her goal in life was just to leave the world a better place than it was before she came into it.
I want a challenge, a boredom-buster.
Greed is ugly, but it’s everywhere. And it’s growing. It makes me feel like crying.
And giving in.
To these shoes. They could complete me for now.