But what do you do next, now that everything’s blown up and you got what you wanted? What do you fight for then?
It worries me. If we spend our whole lives fighting to get somewhere or be something, and if we happen to acheive it - and notice that we acheived it - then what? I would like to come to a screeching halt and just revel in what I have…. but I’m afraid that I won’t be able to, that I’ll never be content, and that I’ll spend my entire life striving to be somewhere I’m not.
(via femmedelamayhem)
