I’ve been listening to The Scientist a lot in the past few days. Premonistic? Maybe. Does it matter? Not really. Something happened today that really made me take a good look at myself. It’s strange how something completely non-related makes you question how things are going.
I’ve been running away from myself a lot lately. I don’t remember how it started, or why, but it’s almost like alcohol, like an addiction. You start doing it all the time without even realizing it. You live life almost automatically, and you don’t even know it until it’s past, and you look back and realize you haven’t truly been seeing anything. I woke up today. I feel a connection – a love – with myself that I haven’t felt in a long time. I’ve been hiding from a lot of things that I should have been dealing with. But I’m going to start today.
I can’t even really write the extent of what I’m feeling, but it’s kind of akin to a really important internal turning point. I don’t… I don’t even really know what to say besides that. It’s too much.
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