Unlimited

Unlimited by Pieke Bergmans (r)

I wonder when I’ll stop blogging, or when I’ll stop running, or when I’ll stop drinking, or when I’ll stop sleeping late, or when I’ll start seeing someone again.

It’s getting tiring, knowing that so many things are beyond control. I’ve seen the biggest of changes, and I’ve seen the most fickle of minds. I always tell my friends that I see things that other people can't - not in that sense - I see through people, like read their minds or somehow "see" their thoughts. Creepy eh? But do I really see everything? I don't deny that I sometimes miss certain signals and hints. 

And I guess it really is kind of a blessing to not see everything that's happening around you. When you see too many things you tend to wanna take control or feel included - or maybe that's just me. I've been very careful, actually, to not get myself involved in every small little detail and unnecessary trouble. But what truly keeps me at the line is my own abilities. Yea, I'm limited.

I feel like I have less and less sensible thoughts but more and more meaningless and frivolous ideas in my mind nowadays. I even find it kinda amazing how I'm still able to write this even though there's really nothing going through my mind now except how I need to start sleeping early and taking care of my skin and improve my singing voice and all the whatnot. In fact, it feels like I've lost interest in anything and everything.


I'm starting to see everyone around me as who they truly are, and I think that's a great improvement and achievement for me, because of the way I used to see people. I won't say I'm an excellent judge of character, but I'll say I'm pretty decent in, erm, "categorising" people. I never believed in first impression; everything is a facade until the true self of a person is revealed, and for that we all need to know them a little more than their facial features and actions.


If I "couldn't care less", you "couldn't get more". Because no one is unlimited.