Ephemeralism
19 Oct 2009 Leave a Comment
Every party has its ending, every journey has its destination. It’s that cliche saying that “nothing lasts forever” that depresses me. I enjoy the company whilst I can, but at the same time I know that at some point things change. People move on, people change, and that includes you yourself.
Time and time again, I go through life knowing that it doesn’t last. Or is this a bad habit that I’ve gotten myself into? Every song has its ending, and I miss that warm feeling. They are too far and few in between.
Letting go and moving on, I can’t stand stagnation but at the same time a comfortable habit is hard to get rid of, and sometimes the withdrawals are tormenting.
I want to know that the future yields hope, but I don’t want to know what the future holds and how that would dictate the decisions I make today. I can’t afford to be wreck-less, so I can only grit my teeth and let it go numb.
