PC: David Vasiljevic LINK
You are a loose staple holding up the blank pages of your life. You will one day get caught in the rain. Your pages will not fill with words then but with damp sensations. All that was written before will be washed away leaving shadows of uncertainty where there was once a smooth uncorrupted map of where you hoped you were heading. You will plan new words and force them onto the pages only to realize that they were all wrong all along. You will learn that you are not the person you wished to describe but an imaginary future self you may never become. You will outline your expectations in thick straight lines never expecting to find disappointment hidden in the margins, even when it works out just as you planned. Perhaps in time you will learn not to expect anything from a life you can neither predict nor control. Maybe if you let go of your expectations the world will then fill you with involuntary paragraphs that tell the story of your life - more beautiful than anything you could have imagined on your own.