Just something I was feeling, thought I should write it down.
How many of us go through life with blinkers on?
It is a complete shock when you fall off the road, and when you pick yourself up again, if you have had an epiphany, all of a sudden you find you don’t fit in anywhere anymore. You look at the road you fell off, and know that you can’t get back on there, and you don’t really want to in any case (putting aside nostalgia, romanticism or regret). You could if you wanted to choose ignorance again, and pretend you didn’t discover life wasn’t meant to be that way, but otherwise, the past is closed to you.
Alas when you look around, there is no where else for you to go either.
That is where I am now.
I have no idea which way to turn, or in what direction I should be looking in.
There doesn’t seem to be any place for me to turn to.
This is isolation. This is loneliness.