When I think of all my ambitions, it all comes up empty-handed.
Because I'm not working towards it, preferring to be swept away by distractions.
Even in my relationship now, much of it is distraction, and not knowing each other deeper.
So as I read once... maybe I don't really want what I thought I wanted. That I'm merely happy with the idea of it, finito.
Wake up call; I'll be 30 this year.
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