heymeghs
Society makes all these rules that for some reason now don't seem to suit me very well. But we could just leave. You and I could pack our bags and leave tomorrow and I would be satisfied. You and I could do anything, and I would always be satisfied.
People will judge me for not continuing school because following a template is all they know. But what I want to learn can't be discovered inside a classroom. So I will judge them for judging me for wanting to experience the most important thing that will ever be... and that's life.
Isn't the worst thing when people make claims against one another with nothing but little to no concrete evidence to support themselves? Claims are hurtful, but they give some insight to the people making them; they show that maybe the accusers are much more hurt than the people they accuse.
Visiting is something I've always enjoyed, but as of late I find it troublesome. These places I find myself trespassing upon are so similar to my own home that it breaks my heart a little every time I see a grandfather offer some dessert to a grandson or a mother walk into her house in her recently used gym clothes. Visiting is intriguing and adventurous, but it is also excruciating for it reminds me of my want for the familiar and comfort of my own native land.
I wish cool was the morning dew idling between blades of grass. I wish it was the refreshing splash of ocean spray upon a tired, weary face from the day. I wish cool wasn't a compliment of character, something I don't feel exists some days. I wish it was simply something to appreciate without the risk of labeling the deepest parts of me for I'm afraid I do not see it. The cool lodged within me.
Looking ahead is what keeps me focused on the present. It motivates me and inspires me, so that regardless of circumstance I keep moving forward even at the harshest moments when I just want the earth to crumble from beneath me and devour me whole. I love ahead. It gives me hope.
Having already written on this word, I suppose it is my "responsibility" to continue to write about it anyway. I have made it my responsibility to write, and with that, I must write, no matter the subject, regardless of mood, temper, or the changing of the wispy winds.
One of those things I so desperately want, and so desperately want to avoid. It comes with freedom, but it also comes with burden. It can be liberating, but it can be as equally smothering.