Bold
Sure my line is life is to be spoiled, but some things are a little too personal. That would explain the big time difference between this entry and the last. The entries in between were there, but now they’re not. So maybe I’ll make up for it, piece of what’s been on my mind lately.
“No time like the present”, that’s what John told. (I had to get it down somewhere.) I started a new chapter in my life and the one before is slowly but surely closing its pages, moving as far left of the book’s spine as it can, while the blank pages can’t wait to be filled with new writting.
These new pages I’m writting are some of the most interesting I’ve stories in a long time. Yet I have shared them with very few people. If life of one had to be spoiled to all, then its value lowers each time someone puts it down. Here I am crossing out the names from the cast of charaters I don’t want to hear much from. Those that put me down or see little significance in my progress are full of lies.
What I want to do, is boldly go where no me as gone so quickly to before. On the way there is no time to hesistate, there is no time for intimidation, no time for these things that have been delaying me. I need to take care of myself, most importantly the person in my head. Instead of thinking how far ahead others are, I’m not really in the same world as everyone else until I make a dash for the unexpected.
None of this really makes sense, or can be completely comprehened by another person, but what do I care. I’ve always been looking too far ahead, wishing for what I have yet to do. I’m never going to finish trying to think things through. I’ve got to stop. Ignoring the algorithms, the theories and predictions - there’s nothing better than finding out first hand what is going to happen. Whatever the end result is, I’m pushing to experience it in full.