Poetry: Things I don’t often talk about to people, often

I often think about death and aging - it’s just weird that one day we will cease to exist and all this for what? Usually gets me down the rabbit hole of existential crisis.

I often think about decisions and mistakes. Did I make the right decision? And how do I know it was? I usually brush it past by making myself believe - whatever happens, happens. Leads me to question, destiny or free-will? 

I often think about the future and changes. What is coming? If you don’t evolve, you stagnate. Moments come and go, memories start feeling like it never happened and time is just too fast to catch. 

I often think about connections and relationships. Some people are in your life to change you, some people are in your life for you to change them. We all learn from one another - but these lessons can get exhausting when forever was never the promise.

I often think about feelings, most times we grow up thinking that showing feelings are a sign of weakness but it isn’t. It’s ok to be emotional and sensitive, and to be vocal about it. It’s ok to care deeply about something and be upset when it doesn’t turn out the way you hoped. It’s ok. 

And most of all, I often think about - nothing lasts forever, does it?