I believe there comes a point in everyone’s life where they stop whatever mundane or insignificant task they are in the midst of and wonder, what brought me here? For me that has been happening a lot lately. I’m constantly asking myself, “How did I get here”? “What brought me to this very point”? and “How do I change this”. Time changes us much like the seasons. I find myself becoming more and more enveloped in my own thoughts and issues rather than fiddling with the banter that is most people’s lives. At twenty years old I can honestly say I am doing well for myself, and by no means am I trying to discredit where my life has brought me, however I see myself treading on ice and where once I may have been keen to ignore the warnings that are put in front of me, this time I am not. I find myself with no one to talk to, no one to convey my thoughts to. Why that is I don’t know but there must be a reason and because of that reason I will acknowledge and reason with what lies in front of me.

 

I don’t believe in anyone but myself.