Restless thoughts, restless mind. Sitting still, trying to focus. Things need to be done, but getting them done seems almost impossible. The underlying question is why. Why do anything at all?
The thoughts come back, they return silently like ghosts. Maybe they didn’t leave at all. Questions about life and the future and the sense of it all. Is there any sense? Is this all there really is to it? We create our world, it’s ours to form and to develop. Complaining serves no purpose, frustration might lead to change.
Where do you want to be then? What do you want to do? The thought of a house and cutting the lawn once a week and fredagsmys and getting a driver’s license and a volvo seems so… awfully boring. Where we put on this planet just so that we can spend our Friday evenings watching telly and eating sugar?
I know. I know. We all choose how we want to live. Just because others like it this way doesn’t mean that everyone has to stick to the same kind of life. But still. It makes me restless.
There is so much to see, to feel, to taste, to explore, to do. There are great places that need to be discovered and important things that must be figured out. That’s what the restless girl wants to do – to figure it all out and give the world a little bit of happiness. And laugh – she wants to laugh a lot.