it’s not that big of a deal


when i was younger, my closest friends and i would obsess about understanding the world around us, what other people mean to our experience of that world, and if fate exists. now that i’m a little older than i was back then, it seemsĀ that those long talks only contributed to more confusion. i feel as if i’m most happy when experiences pass me by in a fleeting and blissful way with little afterthought.