I am not a writer, not a poet and I never took a creative writings class. These are all random and not so random thoughts that I force out here instead of keeping in my head. I may delete this post in a few days anyways.
My life ends in 4 months
No wait, I mean my life will begin in 4 months.
In 4 months my apartment lease, my studies and perhaps my job will all end.
I will have absolutely no more ties to this place, this city, this country…
I am so terrified and excited at the same time
I can do anything, go anywhere, be whatever and whoever I want to be.
And still there is this voice in the back of my head…
looking for excuses to stay, looking for reasons not to go.
I want to spread my wings and fly
I want to see the world in color, and hear its music playing in my ears all day long.
I want to dare, to try, to fail, to get back up again.
I want to succeed, but I want to be able to recognize the success when it hits me in the face.
I am fearless, I am strong, I am tough, but I am terrified.
Terrified of the unknown.
Terrified of being lost in the big world.
Terrified of regretting the choice to experience something different for once in my life.
