And just for thought...
It was a beautiful written piece of fiction,
a lovely little story to keep the human spirit alive.
The familiar is quite tonight.
The people all seem to be engrossed.
In what? Life.
Why do they work so hard?
Do they love what they do?
Is this honestly where they wanted to be?
Sitting in this familiar,
writing words most will never see.
I come here quite often these days.
I know I don't want to be here
but at least I'm not lying to myself,
at least I'm the regular underachiever here.
Why do we do it?
Don't we have enough strength to be what we want?
Are we all scared of failure?
What's left after that?
At the end of the day, I'm just a girl who has been in love with writing her entire life. I am full of quirks, anxieties, fears, joys, laughter. And all I have wanted to do was give the world a smile.