I. Regret. Nothing. Okay, thats a lie. I regret things. But Im tired of regret. Im tired of being frustrated or angry. Im tired of the same stupid things, and the same broken seams. Im tired of thinking that theres dreams Ive somehow managed to lose. But Im thinking more and more lately, that maybe they were just dreams borrowed. Or maybe, more rather, dreams fulfilled, and I simply hadnt realized it yet. Yeah. I think thats it. I think that those dreams had run their course. I pray they have. You know what else Im tired of? Im tired of hiding. And Im tired of crying. And Im tired, of simply being sad. Arent we all? But these... These are things that we cant control too terribly much. People say that tears never helped anyone. But that never stopped them from coming. They say that things could always be worse. Sure, they could. But that doesnt change the situation. It doesnt make anything better, it doesnt help you to cope emotionally, on a standard in which logic doesnt have footing. They say you cant run forever. But you can try. Youll get farther if you pretend that the running doesnt hurt. That it isnt burning your lungs and destroying your legs. If you pretend that your heart isnt starting to fail after the countless miles. You can keep running if you keep lying to yourself. But why? Why keep lying? Simply to run yourself into an early grave, and blame this cruel world? And going back to those dreams. Its frustratingly true, that saying about the journey and the destination, and whatever? Yeah, its true. Because Ive learned things on my little journeys. Things that I didnt think were real. Ive experienced things too! Things that I never thought I could. For better or for worse. Or maybe all for better, because hey, Im still alive. What doesnt kill you makes you stronger, right? (That sayings true, too.) Ive met people who made the rough nights better. People whove given me a reason to get up every morning. People who dont let me regret waking up. Good people... Good friends. Ive found an infallible reason to live all by itself. And through the broken promises, theres a couple Ive kept. I pray that I always will. These broken seams? Im learning how to sew. Im using a different type of thread, too. I dont regret this post. At the moment. That might change. ;)
Posted on: Thu, 25 Sep 2014 03:49:09 +0000
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