I like to beat around the bush and tend to say things more than once.

 

That’s what it was like to be alive. To move about in a cloud of ignorance; to go up and down trampling on the feelings of those…of those about you. To spend and waste time as though you had a million years. To be always at the mercy of one self-centered passion, or another. Now you know- that’s the happy existence you wanted to go back to. Ignorance and blindness.

Our Town by Thornton Wilder (via free-thinker)

(Source: haphazardlywandering)