Moving On

Dear Reader, there’s something holding you back? Like sometimes you just stare at your screen, trying to figure out how to move on… because if it doesn’t happen to you, it happens to me. And it brings me this question: What is the meaning of moving on? Is it to keep scrolling down on your Twitter feed? Is it to walk the extra step? Is it to lift the spoon and eat your food? Is it to continue to play the game you were playing? What really means to move on, and what does it mean to be stuck? Where exactly are we trying to reach? Because to me, there’s always some sort of “pushy” thingy where I’m stuck between me and the world and the act of moving on… it almost always feels with no fail like I need to regain consciousness, but if I never really had a reason to move on in the first place this weird necessity to hold on wouldn’t have happened in the first place… and everything would be fine. And I also feel like nothing matters, so I ask myself what’s the point. Is this what being a human is supposed to be? Sometimes I do wonder if I’m all alone in this. It’s weird because however I end up losing my mind I always feel a strong need to make it good or right. Ultimately, I wonder what would be the purpose of life, or is it just simply struggling for a while until we die? Is it to maintain your composure and never lose a mental battle? Makes me think that this is potentially a big waste of time. I understand that I’m mostly a baffler and I could be part of a generation that asks the questions that would probably be answered later; I understand future generations might frame me and others like people who couldn’t understand or make sense of the world, and that couldn’t agree on anything altogether. So is life just hard? Is that how it’s supposed to be? Just struggling and dying… okay.