currently listening to rachmaninoff prelude opus 23. no.5
today, i was looking into the mirror.
and there i stand, 5 feet 7, 14x pounds. things i’m certain of: i’m not gonna be an athlete or a actor/model
it’s kinda of those eureka moments.
you see yourself in your reflection. and you realize of all the things you wish you coudl become when you were still a little boy, that you can only become some of them
then the worst part, the realization that our life is gonna take only one path.
i also dreamed of becoming many things
of becoming the president, athlete competing at the olympics, actor at the oscars
and now i realize, most likely i will never become the forthmentioned three things.
there isn’t really a negative or positive feeling associated it, negative perhaps.
with the limited number of doors still opened to me, i have to choose.
we are born with different talents which make these doors actually easier or harder to get through.
i just hope that i can experience more and more in life