A life

There are times when I feel like I own this to myself. The need to write, the need to make time for myself. The need to make space for myself, just because.

There are times I can’t see myself clearly that I feel the need to represent myself in a form that I can understand. Words they provide certainty. They nail down a world of certainty. In front of your eyes that is the world. It is a world that you do understand. Just like that, you learn to appreciate your own experiences, and develop your own culture. To build on top of each experience as each present stack on top of the past. Nothing matters anymore. Let the world be.

I don’t really know what I want to do with my life, apart from wanting to indulge into it, experience with it while making it overall pleasant for myself. So far I have grown attachment to morality and some other cultural values. I would like to see myself fulfilled in living life.