The only thing you can rely on is that you can't rely on anything

The weeks that have passed seem to have been acting out as one long day. It's almost as if these days have entwined with one another and I've been living out this continuous day, but then when I really think about it, I'm proven otherwise. I've changed so much this past month. Discretely and overtly. It fucking hit me over and over again. Nothing is ever coming back. The world as I once knew it and every little thing that was ever a part of it has gone because memories and time are continuously fleeting. I am getting stronger but things keep changing. There is no stable ground. There is no one consistent to lean on. There is nothing of certainty. I would call myself complacent. I am content with these imperfections in my life including myself because hey, that's real. This is my reality and I am in control of where I'm heading, or at least I hope so.