I find life crazy. If you don't move, you'll never get anything done. If you don't move, you won't be able to keep your friends, if you don't move you forfeit the right to love. If you don't move, you drag yourself closer to your grave.
The world never stops moving, suffice to say, life should not remain constant. Everyday is a flurry of movements. Even sleeping requires the act of breathing. I understand this. I know that life is not static. Static living means death even when you are still living. In the end, no one will even mourn for you because they know you are still alive... and no one mourns for the living... but eventually, people will forget you. Surely & definitely. Slowly, people will cover your traces in their lives and continue on. They will leave you behind on the far recess of their minds as shadows that can be forgotten or memories that can be stored away and forgotten.
As time goes on, no one will even bother to ask if life has been kind to you. Life becomes more meaningless as you experience death over and over again every time you see the world around you in a hurly-burly flow of activity while you are stuck to where you are. Stuck on constantly gazing at passers by, wishing for them to notice you. Everyday of your life will go on like this until you finally realize that no one will notice you ever again, because you have lost your chances a long time ago and everybody moved on after trying and failing to wait for you.
In the end, you can't really blame anyone but yourself. The day you decided to stop moving, you died. You may say that you did not realize that the consequences was this heavy but deep inside your heart, you know very well that this isn't true. The day you stopped moving, you knew deep within that you died.
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