zip zap zop zip zap zop. faster and faster, keep on moving, no stoping
that’s what I thought life was supposed to be
wake up at 5:45, work out, go to class, eat, work, sleep, repeat
this is what my life became. i stopped hanging out with my friends; i barely talked to anyone that wasn’t in my class.
and for what?
i just want to be happy
live a simple life; something calm and peaceful
like a smooth ocean, rising and falling at its own pace, slowly
It’s not that movement is wrong—it’s that nonstop movement isn’t the same as progress.