What happens when the goal you've set for yourself in a blink of an eye seems so insignificant... So distant... So small?
Not achieving my goal was probably the best thing that could have transpired, because it revealed something bigger. Something that trumps everything else.
But the question that remains is will I be able to reach it, since I wasn't able to live up to something that is now completely irrelevant?
In the aftermath of it all, I am eager... I am willing to learn from my mistakes... I am ready to let go... I am strong enough to move on... There's no going back now... No one left to hold me back. I am going to walk a lonely road, the only one that I have ever known...
