leave your fingerprint on the world: but when has the cement already dried?

i wish people put a little thought into what they were saying before they said anything. the sequences of consequences. i've become so detached i could let anything go right now and not feel a thing. no- i don't want to be like that but i am and looking back at how it felt to care about anything and anyone? i kind of like it. i don't know what has happened to me but i want to live without pressure, without a schedule, with time to write out the ideas in my head that aren't "boring" and "all the same", to keep dropping weight and dropping baggage. to drop boundaries, both natural and man-made ones. to see the best in people that have turned their lives around and to see the worst in people i should stay away from. there are people to be shy around and people to shy away from. some people make mistakes, some people are mistakes. i like to think i'm not the latter. i like to think i haven't started doing anything i was meant to do and i'm on the right path to figuring out exactly what that is. i'd like to think there's more to this world than being a stranger's fading memory.