Soliloqui

I would tell her, instead of spending so much time over-thinking about your life, go out and live it. It’s good to observe, think, and philosophize, but what’s the point if you don’t know what the world feels like?
I feel like I’m spending my older years making up for everything I didn’t do in high school.

In other news, this winter I have retreated into the world of stories. Stories by way of novels and films, courtesy of my beloved local library.
I love ‘free’ stuff (i.e. covered by taxes).

If I don’t leave my mark upon this world, then I am gone.

There’s something about writing, something about its permanence that makes me constantly regard it as a solace whenever I feel obsolete, empty, useless, wasteful.