selling my soul
i am selling my soul. it does not feel good but i am doing it. i do not why. maybe i am just selfish. wanting things for myself. or maybe i am a coward. afraid to run after what i want from life. or maybe i am just plain stupid. putting myself in a world that i know is not for me.
i want to do something else. something that i feel for. something that looks like work but does not feel like work. something that would resemble my dreams.
i have simple dreams. but ironically, the simplest things are the hardest things to pursue. its the simplest things that require the greatest sacrifice. its the simplest things that need the biggest amount of courage.
we are living in a highly complicated world. one is forced to be complicated to be able to fit in. we need these complications in our lives to distract us from the truth.
the truth is simple. Ockham knew it all along. entia non sunt multiplicanda praeter necessitatem. entities must not be multiplied beyond necessity.
i am blabbing beyond what is necessary. i am lost. i am anchored, just in the wrong port.