August came and went like a quick rush of wind.
Just like this entire year. These days, I am feeling melancholy and have a strange sense of nostalgia for a lot of things. My mind is constantly shifting. One moment, I am completely engulfed in everything around me and the next I am wistful for another time, another life. Sometimes I feel as though I have become an expert at letting go, though I know this is not the case. Maybe I am moving backwards in life. Instead of binding myself to something, I am detaching myself from everything. Maybe like this I will have less to lose.
I am tired of losing.
August was full of rain, full of impetuous trips, full of learning how to let go, gracefully. I don't know what this month will bring. I don't know where I am destined to be or what lies ahead, beneath the predesigned route I am allowing myself to take this year. I don't know how you're supposed to know if it's the right one. I just know that if it's not, it's okay to turn around and choose a different one.
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