Passing By

Jasmine - Jealous

As I stand by the tracks, life passes me right by... waiting and waiting in limbo. The tracks pointed in definite directions, leading people to their destinations. The grass is greener but it would be reassuring to be on that train, being led to a destined future. Perhaps it's pre-midlife crisis but you kinda wish to be able to quantify your achievements. Sadly it just comes to nothing, quantified or not.

I often become evasive when it comes to these things, not mentioning anything directly in my life except meaningless nothings. Remembering a talk a motivational speaker made at my school, he divided the room into two groups, right brained and left brained people. It was based on the question on how you would describe the ocean. Being a left-brained person I used a bunch of pretty words to described it, whilst the right-brained talked about the facts (ie. size, number, etc.). Obviously things are relative and who gives a rats a** about being able to compact the magnitude of the ocean into a set of easy to consume words... it seems like it's really a waste of time.

Somehow I feel that this, talking about what I want to say now, is somewhat worthwhile but in reality, it isn't. Just let it be... live and let live and die. I have enough regrets in my life to worry about.