tired, confused and out of focus, this marathon we are running is endless. at rest, watching others do laps, you feel left out. running along with each other, sweating and out of breath, reaching for a victory that you know is pointless. for every destination finds you in the same place, the end moved a bit further down the track and the start is begun again. a different age group, a different group of runners, but a race none the less. the the bottom or the top, it is the same. —-

most moment are liveable. it is why, as camus would question, why we go forward. 

After we leave school, when we move out from our home, we are never asked to do anything anymore by anyone. we have our habits, make our bed, brush our teeth, save for a rain day, but short of reminding yourself of these things…there is no other telling you the rules anymore. its great and terrifying. alone and without any one to take tabs or roll call, it is only our selves that must answer to ourselves.