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Unfinished Avenues in A Ways Away

  • July 2, 2026, 6:14 a.m.
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TikTok.. I don’t even know why I let my siblings convince me into downloading the app honestly, but what I’ve noticed is that I come across a lot of nostalgia on the platform. By this, I mean that I also run into a lot of different avenues that I could have gone down and thought about when I was younger, but I let fear take that away from me. This so called For You Page, definitely pushed something just for me, right in front of my face and as I sit here and let it loop for more than thirty minutes now, I’m reminded of how I used to want to be a singer. I’ve been raised around music; most of my family plays or used to play instruments, from strings, to brass, wind, piano. Every time I had the opportunity to slip into that legacy, I backed away from it. This girl’s voice is incredible. I used to daydream about singing melancholic, arhythmic songs, but I honestly let my voice waste away by not using it. Could I relearn? Of course I can. You can literally learn almost anything. However, the point is that I’ve abandoned so many avenues I wanted to go down: Photography, Piano, Cello, Writing, Singing.. things of the Arts. Now, here I am, sitting here, still trying to figure out where to go and who I could’ve been long before now. I saw a title of a video that read: Why Time Only Goes Forward. Now, I understand why there are times in which I wish I could go back to- for time to travel backwards. I know I’d be down along one of those avenues.

Happy July.


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