my cat is sick, my body is tired, and my mind is other places.
I should be meeting distant relatives in Germany, or waking up in a bed that isn’t my own, or talking to strangers on a plane, listening to the great stories of their life. I would do almost anything, to fight sleep on warm july nights just to watch the stars and feel small in the universe. to feel safe and free all at once. I don’t want to be the unhappily married woman on dr phil complaining about her lazy husband and useless children. Let’s not forget about her dead-end office job. I don’t know much about the future, but I can only hope with every fiber of myself, that it doesn’t lack adventure. or love. but mostly the unknown, and the thrill of risk taking. I can’t see the point in living if there are no adventures.
the only conclusion I can really draw from life lately is that humans severely lack compassion.
And it’s ridiculously rare to find people that don’t only care about themselves.
that’s what’s wrong with the world.
