There seems to be an insatiable part in me that wants to just move. People were made for movement and if one person finds himself immobile and stationary something inside him longs for change. Even if the change and movement itself is not physical, there should always be movement; be it a movement in the thoughts, dreams and feelings in one’s soul. We long for things that cannot be but because of the force and strength of one’s will, it can be turned and churned into a realistic portrayal of its zenith.
What am I passionate about? I have to find an answer to this question to make an acknowledgement that I am indeed alive and not just a listless soul trapped in a fleshy shell trying to get back to its original form. I should not be an entity living day by day, waiting for the carnal form to be no more.
What am I passionate about? I have to find an answer to this question to make an acknowledgement that I am indeed alive and not just a listless soul trapped in a fleshy shell trying to get back to its original form. I should not be an entity living day by day, waiting for the carnal form to be no more.
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