purpose

having blindly walked down the path of life for the past one and a half years, that very path has started to become long and tiring. weariness sets in. yet, no end is in sight, no end, for a long, long time to come, i guess.

just two years ago, life was enjoyable and purposeful - now only regrets accompany me: regrets at having taken the walk down the wrong road, at not having the decisiveness to turn back at the first hint of the regret that was to come.

would another road have been rosier? would the air have been fresher? or would it have sucked just as badly, or worse? choice. a dirty, ugly word. a vulgar word. i'm obsessed with labelling words 'vulgar'. so many words are vulgar, ugly and dirty. everything, i no longer care; everything that irks me is deemed vulgar, from that irritating unreasonable teacher to that familiar sense of being ignored.

attention. another dirty word. not i, an attention seeker, but doesn't everyone crave some attention? heck. no need. enough. no need for attention. i can survive on my own, make my own choices, and walk down that sickening road whatever speed i desire. with my purpose in mind.

you too.

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