it’s a terrifying thing to know the inevitable. to know that despite everything that has happened, the inevitable is still and always will be, the inevitable. nothing lasts forever, and you know when it won’t. it sucks knowing it’s to come. may be sooner or later, but it will come and it terrifies me absolutely. i don’t want it to. i want to live in this fantasy where my happy life as it stands today will stand for the rest of my days, but i know the current state of my life will not last forever.
i am in love with the feeling of familiarity and comfort. which is why it’s so hard for me sometimes to let go of extra baggage. it would be smart of me to pack light but i am a hoarder of things that hold any sentimental value to me. i find it almost impossible to let go of anything that means something to me. which is the reason why it’s so hard for me to move on from things, despite the inevitable termination.
