Then the next, I feel like something is missing. I sometimes feel like what I am walking towards is what I wanted to leave behind.
As if, the clear depicted image in my head- of my happy fantasy, and my long goal is decaying. That's that. It feels as though that colourful imagination is almost drying away, and becoming just that further away. Eroding?
Can my aspirations really dry dust the way I am seeing it?
Or is there something else that is making me feel so irritated and small- distant from what I thought I would be, instead of the reality of what I will be if I keep walking down this narrowed pathway. Ah. #SocialHelpPls
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