Time sometimes flies like a bird, sometimes crawls like a snail; but a man is happiest when he does not even notice whether it passes swiftly or slowly.
Ivan Turgenev
days. months. years.
i’ve been writing already for years here. for a long time, it felt like nothing changed.
and now, something… clicked. i guess we can all have a different way for it to happen.
but if finally feels like i’m opening my eyes. to it all.
and to realize… it wasn’t important from the start.
so many things are more important.