3 Years of the running diary, 3.12.20

time touches us in ways we never feel until we’re under the influence of nostalgia.

i'm beginning to learn life apart from routine involves courage. i've learned i'm a victim of fear more times than opportunity, which means i'm really a victim of myself. because i'm a victim of myself, i'm the only one who is capable of putting on that cape and mask. although it may seem tiring saving myself, living humdrum is getting tiresome. a lot has happened, but not much has changed. at least that's how it feels. i guess that's a good thing because i can still appreciate what life is for me at the moment rather than in retrospect, but i'm beginning to think there’s value in missing something as well.

happy three years to the running diary.

-ratha, 9:38pm, 3.12.20