"Scribbling is what I do" |
I wonder if there ever comes a point in time when we stop exploring ourselves as human beings; Deciding finally, that we know who we are and what we want and what we need, in order to feel satisfied with our lives? More likely.
I fear a moment simply arrives for each of us, in which we find ourselves too exhausted to keep searching;
In which we just abandon hope of ever reaching that state of untainted bliss.
Deciding it is time, at last ... to grow up and leave such naive illusion behind.
I hope I'm wrong and that such moment never arrives; or if it does, that it is my last.
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