The funny thing about life is that you can't stop things from happening the way they're meant to. And you can't stop yourself from feeling certain ways, even when you try your hardest. And time is probably one of our biggest enemies. 

Time.

Time and energy. 

Two concepts that feel as though there is never enough of sometimes.

Not enough energy to want to get up from bed, even after getting more than the average amount of hours of sleep.

Not enough energy to do what you need. Not enough energy to do what you want. 

Not enough time. Not enough hours. 

Then, before you know it, months have gone by. A year.

Where the hell did it all go?

What were you even doing?

What were you feeling?

Looking back, does it really matter? I mean, really?

Is there even reason for explanations at that point? 

We're just living in a cycle, essentially. Revolving around time and energy spent. 

I'm beginning to think that's alright. We don't have to rush. Or stress.
Yeah, easier said than done.
But I never fully understood urgency. 

I don't even think I understand what I'm typing right now.

You know that feeling when you want to express something but aren't fully sure how to go about it?
That's happening.
But sometimes it's better to express yourself however you can. Because no one is going to truly ever understand you. You might not even understand you.
But it's a start.