Things on my mind of late…
From an email I wrote:
Again I ask myself, how do people live their whole lives like this, waiting for the next moment they can do things they enjoy, having to survive perpetually doing things they don’t… what’s so wrong with me that I can’t seem to live like that? Sometimes I wish I was a sheep. They don’t know enough to care about what their lives are like.
From the reply someone wrote:
Sheep didn’t live in captivity hundreds of years ago……I think they might still remember. It occured to me sometime today that the story of the human race doesn’t lay in the stories we tell. It’s in the stories we don’t tell. So never underestimate sheep.
I’m always so impatient, waiting for life to start, thinking that this is just the interim before things really start happening. I’ve been thinking like that since I was 17. I really have to stop that kind of thinking, it’s not getting me anywhere at all.