Why is it always late at night when you're trying to sleep, that your mind goes to these forgotten memories??
I just remembered this time, when I was like 11 years old
I saw a homeless man outside a store and my parents gave me change to go and give to him. When I did, he thanked me, then looked me dead in the eye and told me to trust myself, and follow my dreams. That parents aren't always right and that I should trust my own heart, its my future not there's. He told me to remember that
It was such a weird... and brief conversation. And being a kid I just laughed awkwardly. I remember my parents gritting their teeth behind me. Lol
And now I'm looking back at it... like, that man may not have been sober, or thinking clearly, but there was such a lot of pain in his eyes. Now I wonder what happened to him.
I mean, he wasn't wrong either- parents are not always right. And I wish my parents hadn't made me think he was crazy. So many years ago. I wonder if he's still around
Sorry for the rant. Bit of a random one
This is so true! My most productive time also seems to be from 1 am till I go to bed. Not a random rant at all, quite a beautiful one actually