Once upon a time I remember the day when I couldn't write if I was happy. It was truly a ventilation for my soul. Now I speak my mind freely, a little too much so. That in this sense alone I appear to be angry; this anger has eaten me away. It drives me to do and say the insane. I never tried to pent up happiness and this task proves harder than it seems. Even though things are starting to mellow out.
Time changes and people evolve, I too have succumb to evolution. Only it takes times for a person to grow. I no longer see changes around me before I see change in myself first. Now I realize that the world has not changed, life has always been moving forward. It was I who was stuck in a stage of disbelief.
Still I have yet to grow out of my shell. Even more so when a new stage begins. I cannot see what is coming, but I believe that it is for the best. Right now I'm in a state confusion. Just waiting for myself to clean up my own mess. Slowly it dissapears as time erodes and heals all wounds. I find myself finally standing, looking up at the long way to go. For the first time I'm actually planing, and simulating all I already know. It's time to face a new challenge, with hopes of conquering anything that will come before (success) it's time I reach up and show just how much I've grown.
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