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My life at twenty-two
So many thoughts, dreams and words I have so impatiently thrown away. Taken for granted and assuming all of my visions would still be here to ponder over. Now looking back I see how deadly wrong I have been for throwing even a small amount of it away.
How can I rekindle my past without dragging out the unnecessary? How can I sift through what I need and what I don't? How do I decide the lessons I can learn from?
I know I need to be focused. I need to have some sort of goal in mind so I won't wander around aimlessly searching for some sturdy ground to walk on.
Life is always changing. At times I feel like I can't keep up. I can't find my groove. My place to catch a smooth ride. Change is hard enough. Change is harder when you don't understand where it is you've just come from.
I'm standing around in some sort of fog. I'm trying to gather all of the pieces. All of the clues the past slips me now and again. I'm trying to understand all of life's mumbles. I'm trying to hear some clear words. I'm spending most of my time learning life's language and not using it enough. I look around. Most of the time and I see no one looking back. So it's silent and I start to think. Too much...