I’ve always said, and said again, that an interesting life is overrated.

Why?

Because an interesting life IS definitely going to be hard to live. Call me a romantic, or perhaps just a self-abusing person, but here’s the story.

I never wanted the pain. I was forced to leave my home, ages ago, and forced to leave for good.

Age, 8. War. Fighting. Fire. New languages. Dictionaries. School 1. Transfer. School 2. Graduate. 2 year cycles. Left. Field. Field. Field. Studies. Work. Awkward. Still am. Make. Break. Gain. Lose.

Tell me how to live a comfortable life, without expectations, on a smooth road to the future?

What pain? What future? What comfort? What road?

Really all I just want is to to walk my path however best I can. But it seems like I am beyond the reach of many. Like I’m in another bubble. Another world. Another existence. One where I am sealed away in a cage. I’m drifting down the river. The keys are out of reach. My world shrivels into a glint in the distance. I disappear.

I desire otherwise, so up goes my prayers. Up goes my heart. Up goes my all. Use it.

Live life, I shall. I will keep walking this path.