So I came across this book, Looking for Alaska, by John Green. In the beginning I thought not much of it; just another hipster novel with sentiments of wallflowers and unique people, but I came across this quote:
“Imagining the future is a kind of nostalgia. … You spend your whole life stuck in the labyrinth, thinking about how you’ll escape it one day, and how awesome it will be, and imagining that future keeps you going, but you never do it. You just use the future to escape the present.”
I can't even explain how much this quote scares me and how much truth lies in it. It's true, we are almost stuck in a labyrinth of suffering and it's almost impossible to get out. How long have I been waiting for this future to come?
I'm simply living in the present with my mind in the future, but honestly, when will the future come? I don't even notice how much time has gone by, how much time I have lost by simply waiting for this future.
I just want to live. To simply, truly live. To feel alive, invincible, and free.
I really need to get myself out of this labyrinth.
