To myself, Too to myself? Unsure of myself. The value of sharing? The value of internal processing? Back in Austin. Back feeling unconfident. Over-thinking. Hypercritical. Stomach in knots.
Over what? A job? Responsibility? Isn’t freedom what I wanted? Isn’t it a blessing just to feel this warm wind on my skin? Isn’t this a place where you can be your self? Your Self. What is that? Who is that?
A man. 26. With a dog. No girlfriend. Living with his brother. Impatient. Distracted. Scared of commitment. Searching for happiness, And for love, And for lust, And for mystery.
At the end of the day, don’t we all just want to feel connected? Connected to the Earth. Connected to the Stars. Connected to each other.
And are we already so? Or is there something we’re missing? Did we miss the path because it was overgrown and under-maintained? Are we afraid because it has been so seldom traveled?
Or are we on it, unaware, and simply experiencing growing pains?