sometimes i think about how powerless I am,
how powerless we are.
how that even when your world or mine will stop,
the waves would still crash.
how time doesn’t stop for anyone.
how nothing really matters.
how the world couldn’t care less about you or who you love.
when i go surfing is probably when i feel most powerless;
it’s not a bad thing though.
i don’t mind.
truly, i’m ok with it.
people say i’m “unmotivated,”
but, truly, it’s not that (or at least that’s not how I think about it).
i just think a lot of the things we spend time focused on don’t matter.
we are wasting time,
time we don’t have in the first place.
i want to spend time on the things that matter to me-
no, i don’t know where i’m going.
the only reason i’m speeding up is because i’ll get in trouble if i go at my own pace.
sometimes i think about how powerless i am.