Just felt like ranting/creating a story

I know, I talk too much about my life I feel narcissistic. But what is one to do when they want to take on too much? When now, Time is the known enemy, the guy we'd all love to hate. But sincerely Time, I do love you. You just haven't gotten to know All At The Same Time at a level you both would appreciate.


Where does Passion collide with Something to Prove, or Ego or Overachiever or Needy Pants. Where is Happiness found in Pain, Silence in Chaos, Content with Want. How are you suppose to know your limit. How will you know what awaits you in the future. How can you sit still in anticipation. You there, you can't even stare at a point. The mind is finally experiencing the stepping stones in the pond. The only thing the main character doesn't know is that this pond is a lake and the only thing the author doesn't know yet is that this lake could be an ocean. But silly me, that's thinking too far in the future, bring back your mind here kind Sir. Your pure feet are so close to touching the water I'm yelling at the screen. We don't want you to stop and to scurry away, we want you to take risks. To reach your highest potential, to give your gift to the world that welcomed you in it. What a silly thing to go back where you came from, what ever safe place that might have been. The water is calling your name and you don't care how it knows you. You just have this daze on those eyes that were always hazy anyways. The only difference is that inside your body somewhere, you tell us of this fire. One that wants to become enriched, this soul that wants to feel more than alive, and breath in love so much you won't have anything else to exhale but love in return. Now I've painted a feeling engrained in your brain, a vision of water as vast as can be, a joy you won't stop until it's in your bones that you know what your aim is for. We've set the bar, we've whispered these instincts, all you have to do is follow yourself.