Too Young To Exists
Posted by
CMG
on February 21, 2023
2 mins read
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expectations
From the dawn of my time, to the end of my road, i will try to exist, to find my place of being. For though the privilege of youth in this day and age is grand, i find my possibilities many, even sometime without limit. Which should inflate me with joy and grit, that my life is open in all directions. But though the sky is breached for me and me alone, the blood and sweat of my ancestor weighs heavily upon me. For am i blessed or cursed with a life without limits, surely i could not say no, no in disrespect, in disbelieve. An insult to all that has been done before me would it be, to simply pass on a chance so many before has lived without, a chance they didn't get.
The choice it weights me down from so young an age, í should count myself blessed but instead feel myself pressed against the ground. For with freedom comes responsibility, to take the correct road, to make the right choice. I fear deeply i might spill my chance, i might take the wrong door, though all are open and i see through them to the end. My life before my eyes, how it would shape, how it would tear in each and every direction. I feel myself punched down a road splitting unto hundreds. Take a road, make a choice, your life and future depends upon it, don't waste your chance, your golden ticket, that so many fought to give you. As i start to walk upon the dusty road i feel panic and fear as my heart pumps and pumps away. I don't know which path to choose and soon there will be no more delay. My heart jump and my focus i loose as the path must be chosen, for i don't know which road to take, which one to bet my chance on. Sometimes i wish for no chance at all, no choice or road to take, to throw overboard my existential crisis, to just be happy, to just exist.
