It’s one of those morning that I realized what I’ve been taking for granted. It’s not family love of affection from another, I understand what those things mean. No, I’ve realized how short-lived youth is and all the abilities we have that dwindle down to barely nothing with old age.
I’m sitting on a stoop of some garden in midtown manhattan waiting to be fingerprinted for a job I’ll begin shortly and it’s about to rain.
Old people don’t go to the city by themselves to do this kind of thing, it’s a weird example for the point I’m trying to make but it justifies it pretty well in my eyes.
I’m here as a pre-requisite for a seasonal job that I’ll have for two months. I’m not tethered to any obligations, I’m a free spirit and my future is mine to do as I wish. I didn’t begrudgingly take the express bus at 6:30 this morning like my fellow passengers, I was excited to come here and sit on this stoop to wait for my appointment time. I’m not stuck in the hamster wheel of a rudimentary job, I’m just testing the waters. I’m doing this because I want to, not because I have to.
We loose our freedoms with age and that’s what scares me most because it’s doesn’t happen all at once, no, but I don’t want to wake up one morning and realize the shackles I’ve been bound to have become visible.
My body will break and my energy will dissipate as I continue to age but I can only hope my soul stays as free as it is today, this is where I’m happy.
"There are all kinds of love in this world, but never the same love twice."
F. Scott Fitzgerald (via fleeting-endeavours)(Source: astrolily, via chelseawoosh)
