Life is bigger than you...

You've got to believe in something, something more you can't touch taste or see. Because life is too hard, to go through it alone, without something to hold on to, without something that's sacred, that you can turn to when everything feels like it's falling apart. We'll always be a loose end won't be? Unfinished. Tragic as poetry, eventful as a novel, and theatrical as a play. We'll never know, will we? So we force ourselves not to want it. But it's always there, and until we finish it, it always will be...

I never gave up on my dream. but that's not how it usually goes. Most of the time it's just too difficult, too scary. It's only once you've stopped that you realise how hard it is to start again from nothing, with a clean sleight. There's nothing mystical about a fall. Pressure builds and it's released, and then you just hope there's not too much damage. What it ultimately does, it makes you realise what really matters. Just don't ask me what that is, because I can't even begin to admit, what I felt and who I saw the moment the earth started to crumble beneath my feat...

It's new, it's exciting, it's utterly terrifying. It's perfect. I don't even care anymore about the small troubles that I let get to me. It will work itself out, and sometimes we just have to wait for things to happen by themselves, forcing them won't do anyone any good. But as much as I love where I ended up, deep down I know there are going to be so many things I'll regret, when I finish this chapter, which I keep convincing myself, is unfolding the way I had hoped...