Its absolutely terrifying to not know, the absolution that comes with it leaves us with two choices; propel or be propelled. There’s a certain opening and closing of windows that takes place, and you come to realise the fact that there are no accidents. For me, I feel that existing itself is cosmic. Every single day is a blessing with seven thousand opportunities, and in the end, theyre all equal. Yet we choose some and negate the others. How do we know that we’re on the right path? Is there one to begin with? What is the point of choosing the lesser of two evils if the path is just another path? Honestly, who knows. Perhaps it’s a matter or personal morals. I know that I choose the one that makes me not cringe as much as the other, sometimes the one that’s obvious, but when it comes to the confusing ones, I never know. And I think a part of me will never know, there’s the big what if, but it’s just that. An if. It’s not what took place, but what would have. And in this manner, life goes on. You get a huge box of what ifs but there’s also the life that you’re living, the choices you’ve made, for a reason.
“You can drive, all night, looking for answers in the pouring rain. You wanna find peace of mind, looking for the answers.”
– Cage The Elephant, Cigarette Daydreams