just a thought
I know what I need to do to make me happy, but I don’t do it.
The tough decisions.
The decisions where I am looking at the choices I’ve made until this point and decide to change course.
I always know when I don’t belong where I am in my life.
It feels like I am walking sideways, slanted but I have to keep going or else it’ll all start spinning.
I suppose I am a creature of freedom consumed by a life of habit.
But, as I said, I know exactly what needs to happen, and I remain paralyzed and self-destructive.
I make everything complicated to justify my desire to escape the honesty we need to face in life…
What was does not need to be now.