Something burns inside of me. A light, a fire that never goes away.

White wave

Now I have some white strands among my dark brown hair. I have no problems with them, really. I just think that maybe I haven't lived as consciously as I think I should, so far. I don't know if living aware of everything - actions, consequences, feelings - is possible all the time, but it's probably possible to live more aware than I've been living for all of those years. Anyway, I don't have many things to complain about. I just have a lack of consciousness and some named pains, sometimes.