Had a conversation about resentment, dissatisfaction and figuring out what i want. And frankly, I'm still thinking about it. I would say just live life you know, do what you want, and que sera sera. Whatever will be, will be. But the thought will haunt me everytime i have a spare moment. It gets annoying. And i have to keep myself busy in a bid to stop thinking of such.
It's not so easy.
Perhaps I'm just blindly grappling at something that I'm not even sure exists. Yet there's a certain bittersweet pleasure to it. Almost romantic. A little sadomasochistic, emotionally speaking. Messes with my head. Yet entirely necessary.
How long is it going to last?
I'm not sure. Perhaps a couple of weeks, perhaps a couple of months. Who knows. If it doesn't go away, it won't. And I'm not going to interrupt the natural discourse.
A little ironic considering how I've been going on about being 30 and knowing exactly what I want. But do I really? Doesn't seem so.
I suppose it'll come to me eventually.
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