I feel a little further away.
There's something I'm waiting for, and I just can't quite make it. I can't manage the jump. The abyss is too wide between where I am and where I want to be.
Isn't that just the story of our lives? Haven't we all always been craving more, reaching just a little too far? But it's too hard to just be satisfied. Too hard to let go. Dreaming is only good until your fingers get burnt.
And I can already feel the disappointment settling in my stomach. It's so faraway. Having tasted the future I've dreamt of it's difficult to appreciate the idea of settling for anything less. I'd push myself to work for it but it might already be too late. August 18th is circled in red marker, and it's both too close and too far away simultaneously. I don't want to have to give up on this.
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