I think its the romanticized idea of chasing after one thing that bothers me when I look at myself now. Sure used to be doing that. What happened then? What made you stop? What caused you to be in this loop of giving up and going back again? Is the hunger gone? The time wasted is way too precious. I should know that more than anything else. But why do I keep forgetting it. Maybe I am just ignoring it. Maybe everyone goes through these thoughts? Maybe everyone has this struggle? Maybe its just me. I sure hope not. Actually I do, because its not very pleasant.
I hope one day I can just read this and be like "oh boy am I glad I have figured it out"
Endless loops of gloom
we try and try
an impossible escape