Life is an eternal quest of purposeless jitter. We can never find what we are looking for, or what it is that puts ease to our minds. I often find myself wondering when I will be content with my life. It's a troubling thought, knowing happiness is not a destination but rather a long process of bumps and turmoil. "Experiences shape who we become", I always tell myself. But what if who we become is a senseless, distasteful, old cringe with a wasted mind and a tormented stare.
Waves go up and waves come down. Sometimes I feel stuck somewhere in the middle.
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