Time.

Recently I've began to become paranoid with everything and everyone in my surroundings. It became clear that my passion for my job and the amount of time I put into it is a big chunk of myself, and so it is, that I've reached the point where the struggles in it are my only challenge.

Rarely do I become a solitaire wanderer of what we call life. But when it happens, a big change is about to be made. Rarely do I want to forget basic objective I've always put in my life.

Diversification of my frame of mind, evasion of the monotonous routine.

At the same time, I certainly know with my heart that this is my moment to begin the climb of stairs, that dream we all have for ourselves, bravery to achieve what we want in what we love and fear to be overcome by time and life itself.

My hunger to experience even more in every aspect of my life, has the horrible side effect of fear of not feeling as much as the first time something new occurs. The second time that happens might be just a replica. And subsequently. It might feel like a copy.

 An unsatisfied desire to replicate what we all feel the first time we get shocked by something amazing. Love. Success. Broken hearts. Team effort. Happiness. Beautiful landscapes or unforgettable sights.

Oh, harsh and unmerciful feelings.

Like pearls hidden in a dark ocean with our own names.

Only a few left to find. If only the seeker decides to put, at last, an end to the inevitable erosion and trace of time in our own ourselves.

Only ours, is the choice.

Only ours, is the pain.

-horus;