Waiting For The Beat To Kick In.

Today, I finally felt like I was ready.
Ready for the world.
Ready to live.
Ready to achieve.

It's rare to ever get a feeling like that. One of almighty hope and freedom.

Freedom. Not free.
I didn't feel free. In fact, I felt as trapped as ever.
Cuz I realised how little my life had been before, and still is.

To be free is to be able to do whatever you want, without any consequences.
To have a sense of freedom, is basically knowing that whatever you do has consequences, but fuck it, I'll deal with the consequences when they come along.


Today I felt as adult and mature as possible. I felt wise.

This moment didn't happen instantly, of course. In fact it took about as long as a 20 minute walk in the freezing cold.
(e.g. Nowhere near as long as it seems.)

Tomorrow I shan't feel the same.