These days have been ordinary. Netflix and chill all day long. Even so I'm content and grateful for life. I'm not denying that sometimes my thoughts can be messy at times but that's what makes us human. Living and surviving. Repeating routines. I tried to find new hobbies and everything looks challenging and I found myself indulging in it. Trying to focus on a certain niche because a lot of things are worth to try.
So here I am, trying to write with this emptiness I felt in my heart. Alone like I always do. Finding myself in a peaceful solitude. I love this emptiness which made me nothing to worry about. Maybe it just me. Growing old means losing interest on those trivial things that ever make you interested about but not anymore. It doesn't mean that you lose interest in all things but you gain in some. Just a grown up stuffs.
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