There would always be an unfinished matter. School, workload, chores. Or the undying unfinished thoughts at night.
When I was in high school, I tend to wait for my late night thoughts to subside before I encourage my little nerves to sleep. Maybe because high school hasn’t brought yet the verge of life. But it’s still a life. A very vital part of what you’ve become today. But as you grow older, priorities change, responsibilities seem to look bigger, terrain spreads wider and circumstances become malignant.
So after getting out of the sweety-easy life in high school, it brings you to a wilder phase of life. Wilder because remember those flesh-eating mammals in Africa you see in National Geographic Channel? That’s why. Survival.
But in the midst of such roaring canine, it’s a start of a deep understanding of wilderness.
And those late night thought? Unfinished thoughts?
You would realize, it’s the most beautiful thing you could imagine when restlessness eats you up.
You would realize that high school could be somewhat secluded, but it reminds you how to be soft, to be warm, to be like a kid who’s vulnerable and sweet and kind and a lot more.
‘Thus, unfinished thoughts.
Well, some thoughts are meant to be unfinished.