The world has this idea where if you move to a new place, start a new job, meet some new friends, do things new or different. That it will all be better, that we can work out of a slump.
But sometimes, despite the extent we go through to change things, we end up just making old beginnings.
We think and we feel we are brand new, that we have made a new person out of ourselves…but really we are not. We are that same old miserable person that we always hated being. And maybe things are different now, maybe we are to the very least trying…is that good enough? Maybe.
Perhaps that’s all we can really do. And when we give our best and see to it that we find ourselves in the very same position despite the different location, that we just have to accept it as fact.
Or perhaps, our new beginning is still brewing in the background. A few more trial and error before we actually get it right.
Where our lives finally start curving away from the straight line of a plan that we have always had. Where our stubborn life has finally moved on and forward to a completely new thing.
When we no longer live in sadness in constant and continuous wait for that next burst of happiness, only to have it taken away prematurely longing for the next, and the next…
