it’s funny, the first post i made on here was around the time of my cousin’s wedding, and i found out the other day that his wife is having a baby. i was super depressed around that time, suicidal even. felt alone and low. how life grows and changes, and stays ever the same.
i don’t know how to feel about the inevitability of time. happy, sad, or just resigned to the ride. sometimes, though, it feels less like i’m a fellow passenger on life’s rails, and more like a bystander, watching it just pass by. waving and blowing farewell kisses as people leave me behind.
i know it doesn’t seem like it with all my complaining and sadness, but i’m still trying. still moving forward. i’m on a journey too. i need to remember that more than anyone else.