I suppose that I'll have to accept the fact that everyone is moving ahead, away from me. Some people say that I'm slow, but I just like to think of it as living life at my own pace. Being here is relaxing, safe, calming. But I wonder what it would feel like to be there, with them, in the unknown? The new? The challenging?
Maybe this is a tiny taste of what it would be like, to be immortal. Stuck watching the people you know live.
The feeling of being left behind...
I may grin and smile, but truthfully, it hurts.
All I can hope to do now is try to catch up.
"A river's water never stops flowing, so it can never be the same river twice. The bubbles that float on stagnant water disappear, come together, and never stay still for long. It's the same with all the people and homes in this world. The time will come when you will cherish this moment."
Hwaiting, Ling, Hwaiting.
The Tribe awaits.
 pinkjingling · Tue Sep 23, 2008 @ 07:03am · 1 Comments |
