Maybe It All Works Out.
I sometimes wonder if all the work I put in is worth it.
Maybe I’m doing all of this building up just to lose it in the blink of an eye.
My least favorite notion is thinking that I’ve wasted time.
I dwell on this more often than I should.
I believe there will be a day that I will look back on wanting just a little bit more extra time.
I’ve always mentioned that I’ll probably die young.
It stems back from thinking that the good die young, but I’m not sure what I thought because many of my decisions don’t seem to be “good” in hindsight.
What are you supposed to do with those thoughts?
Use them as motivation?
My issue with that is just figuring out a way to get motivated versus analyzing what would’ve been the right decision.
I know that time is such a made-up concept, but there are other days where I think to myself that it’s the only thing we have.
As much as I hate the concept of time, I think it’s the only thing that’s forced me to make decisions quicker.
I believe that because of time’s existence, I have a thought process that this won’t be here for much longer, whether it’s good or bad, so I have to enjoy it while I can.
I don’t know if I’m doing things right at the moment, but my purpose must be to enjoy it while I can regardless of what I think or what others think of it.
Time’s too short to stop talking to those that care about you, and time’s too short to dwell on talking to those you care about who don’t want to talk to you.
Maybe there’s not always a reason for things not working out, and perhaps the universe doesn’t care about the results from your life choices. Perhaps you just have to own up to the shit you do and the things you don’t do. The universe has a lot more important shit to take care of, I assume.
Maybe things work out because you made them work out.
Maybe other things don’t work out because you didn’t make them work out, and that’s that.
No explanation needed.