recycled dust

I’ve been afraid of facing the truth for so long and the truth is: I’ve become my worst fear; I’ve become ordinary. I feel like my spirit has atrophied, or like I’m breathing recycled dust. The passion that once drove me is so fragile now. I can’t find what It is that keeps my heart beating and my mind thriving. The love I’ve invested in my relationships has dwindled and the hardest thing to understand is that there’s no finger to point this time. Is it possible that simply too much of a good thing can grow dull? The things I once found so exciting no longer spark a fire in me anymore. All it took before was “just a tiny spark” but I don’t feel what I felt a year ago. I can’t see what I keep looking for and I feel It’s time to begin searching for something else. I need a reformation. I need to rediscover myself. I need to figure out who I am again. I need to fill my lungs with new air, pump my heart with new blood, and fill my mind with new thoughts.  I need to become something extraordinary. My potential is unknown and I need to test my limits. 

This will be my final post on this blog. “Just a Tiny Spark“‘s time has come. It’s my feeling that if this were a physical journal, I’ve now reached it’s last page. It’s been an outlet for me for one whole year now and I need a new start; a blank page to write on as I enter my sophomore year at Cal. It will be refreshing to begin again in all aspects of my life. Thank you for everyone who followed me, I’ll let everyone know when I start up my new account if you care to follow me through to another year. <3

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