Watching the World Fly By
This was in response to a prompt encouraging us to use parallelism and some of our vocabulary words from the week. I chose to describe my feelings about my life during that time. I like the way I am scrutinizing myself through my words. It’s a harsh realization.
I feel as though I am constantly watching the world fly by. Thinking, wishing, waiting. It seems like I am a novice at living, scrutinizing the way the wind blows, imbibing the way the earth breathes. I’m so focused on the big picture that I am too caught up to let go and live in the moment. I feel like my moment will come, wishing it will come soon. Thinking, wishing, waiting. Everyone says “why think? why wish? why wait? just do.” It’s not that easy for me. I’m constantly worrying about what will happen, about my future. Thinking, wishing, waiting. I smile, laugh, and live, but let go? Oh no! That is one thing I apparently cannot do.
