Transitory

As I looked outside the window, I realized how this was something I should be getting used to. I guess what someone said was right, something like how the woman's soul is restless or how it takes forever to attain a certain kind of peace. If it'll take me forever to burn, I might as well enjoy it and not let anyone burn with me. I have been through hell these past years, and it might be too optimistic of me to hope that in the next decades, I will be happy and contented. Might as well see it in that light. Whooooo. What a joyride.