"How'd I ever get so faithful to my freedom? A selfish kind of life?"
Life and lonliness go hand in hand at times, but often times, I find myself wondering if I’ve made the best choices. If I chose the right path. I feel like I’ve always been myself no matter what, but at what price? Is it possible that in order to be myself truly, I have to walk the path of solitude and emptiness? Is it true that in order to have what I want in my gut, I’ll have to give up who I am? Why can’t I have what I want? Why can’t I be myself and also have what I’m too afraid to confess to wanting out of fear that I’ll be seen as sappy and vulnerable at best, weak and pathetic at worst?
I wish I knew the answers to thise, and as I get older, it gets much more difficult with each day that passes between my fingers.
