I don't know how I've been feeling. It's not sadness, nor is it regret. It sits in my stomach like guilt, but not in my heart. I feel like I'm on a carousel, going round in circles and unable to jump off. I'm constantly trying to reach that impossible golden ring, at some points I'm so close to it yet I miss it and begin to fall. Has it ever been possible to reach that ring? Or was the idea put there by falsities of how life should be. What defines that golden ring? Who decided that it was the prize? Maybe it's not. Maybe the golden ring is a lie, put there to make the pain worth it in the end. But is the ring worth all the pain? Maybe the pain is really worth it. Maybe it teaches you, grows you. Without pain would anything be worth it? Maybe I should stop reaching for that ring and just enjoy the ride.










