found you in the unlikeliest of places
where I was searching for something else
from the moment I found you I was inexplicably drawn
like a moth to a flame
but what's a moth to do
when the flame is gone
just like you

This post took me some time to write but I told myself to get with it anyway.
When I don't write, I regress; and my goals start to seem further than they were yesterday. That's the power of motivation thrumming, making us feel alive; for what's the point in being alive without looking forward to life? Motivation need not be ambitious, broad or long term, it could be as simple as looking forward to completing a book, learning more about a particular subject or spending time with family.

Aha.

Here is another prime example of a paradox. There is power to be found in simplicity, yet most seek for more. And that's not a bad thing. It just means we know we are capable of more, and rightfully so. It doesn't matter if we try and fail, what matters is we manage to find it in ourselves to channel that drive to something else, eventually finding our calling.

When you are in the negative, standards are set to zero. When in zero, it's set to a positive and when in positive, the higher the number the better. So always remember, it is already a blessing where you stand and try to be grateful for what you have.

Some people envision the sweetness of growing old with someone they love. I double take and survey such words with an air of bewilderment. Being full of life now, contemplating a time when life is running out?

Still.

I wonder, are these the people, who find power in simplicity? It's funny, I would've pegged myself to be one. But once in awhile with my head in the clouds, I find myself contemplating existence in general, and then I suppose not. Existence is a strange thing, probably even more so for atheists. When you leave this earth, compared with when you came to this earth, what would you have left behind? Probably, the difference you make to someone else's. Hopefully, to inspire someone to be a better version of themselves.

Is this the reason why I'm still hung up? It's laughable how I can't understand myself sometimes. Perhaps I'm just tired and I just want to give up on things that don't feel right.