Maybe I'm just not that person, who gets all he wants. Maybe I'm the guy who always strives for something, does a damn good job, but never really comes out on top. Maybe I've been fooling myself all this time, with all the wishing and dreaming, at the end of it all it didn't help, not one bit. But what if all this, the entire journey wasn't about winning, maybe it was about something else, something I've missed entirely. I have this strange feeling that it's right up my nose, staring at me, but I can't seem to pin point it, I see it for a second, then it disappears, it vanishes as quicky as it came...
It has just begun. It has finally begun. I'm free. Free to do anything I want, because if nothing else I've grown. Grown enough to see that I'll never be here again, that I'll never have another shot. I've grown enough to just go for it and be happy...
