The world is too big for me. There are too many people. Too many thoughts. Too much reality. I cannot comprehend everything, which is what I seek to do.
I spend time with someone from the other side of the world, but I cannot hope to comprehend what her life is like. I cannot hope to comprehend her people. I can try, but trying is not good enough. She is here, experiencing my culture, my country… I am jealous.
The world is so big. There are so many places. I want to experience everything before I die, but.. Life is too short. I’m wasting it. Here, now.. Waste.
October 07, 2009, 9:26pm
