Yakapin

I miss creating pieces that once brought so much joy. Each day that passes, it seems a step farther from my old self, the old me who once had so many hopeful dreams and an imaginative mind. But then reality falls on me as I see that this is a route we all have to live with as we fight our way throughout our lifetimes. 

A fountain of youth could be an immense treasure to discover, yet I think it is best to pause and ask ourselves why such a place and idea attracts so much desire from us. Is it because of the physical beauty it promises? Or are we just trying to hold on to our ever-moving fight against time? Are we trying to preserve even the slightest hint of our younger days when we were stronger, faster, or even more innocent of the troubles of the world? 

Nowadays, I have lost track of many wishes and dreams that I once held so precious. I lived instead. I lived within the bounds of society that rots my brain and drains my soul. Yet here I am, trying to reignite something that kept me alive for so long. Raised at this moment of panic when my years are gradually catching up on me because I let them be. I let the worries of each day devour my remaining drive to come back to my old self. Now, I am typing aimlessly words that come to my mind so that at least they can find a space to live and even perhaps thrive. But I have yet to regain my strength, and the neglected years I put in are dragging me so painfully to closing up any remaining spaces of creativity in myself. Maybe one day, I can regain some forgotten memories, unfinished ideas, and even hidden inspirations deep within my mind. This time, I will let this be a reminder for tomorrow.