012. Old Times

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The ocean is deep
as so as my mind, thinking
about the old times.

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LIFE BEFORE THE age of independence and responsibility is way better than life lately.

No one warned me how depressing this age could be, to the point I had to question myself again for my sanity, ❝Why am I here again?❞ I always have an answer to every question thrown in my face, but not this one stupid question. Maybe the search is not over yet?

Or maybe I have no such thing in this life that people usually call a purpose?

My thoughts are like an ocean, vast and deep, yet dangerous, at the same time. There is more room for exploration, and maybe that is the reason as to why I am drowning most of the time whenever I am swimming in my thoughts these days. However, I am not a good swimmer, so I always let my intrusive thoughts win all the time.

People sometimes ask, ❝Am I still searching for my purpose in life?❞

Of course, thinking about the old times might be a good help, maybe because I already found my purpose in life and just forgot about it along the way.

❝Just keep swimming in the vastness of the ocean, alright?❞ My intrusive thoughts always said, and I will—maybe because writing this book will help me arrive at a deeper and more meaningful answer.

❝Just keep swimming in the vastness of the ocean, alright?❞ My intrusive thoughts always said, and I will—maybe because writing this book will help me arrive at a deeper and more meaningful answer

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