More and more I have this sinking feeling that I’m not living life anywhere near to the fullest. Like I’ve fooled myself into thinking otherwise. As if hopes, dreams, imaginings, stories, and fleeting sensations and moments are somehow a substitute for true adventure and aliveness.
It’s starting to scare me, that time is passing so quickly, that so many bucket list items remain undone. Sometimes I feel like these photos look, so much potential obscured by clouds. I could blame this on any number of things. But the truth is that it is only me holding me back. I am the cloud.
But doesn’t every cloud have a silver lining? Is there not beauty and potential to be had in the misty gray darkness?
On a lighter note, for some reason this song kept playing through my mind as I typed this depressing post. Not sure it’s totally relevant, but the lyrics are nice and the beat is cheery. Hope you enjoy if you choose to listen.