Won the race, but lost my mind...

I guess it's time to move on, isn't it? What could have been, what should have been; all that is meaningless because in the end, it isn't. It's funny how something so ironic can make you so depressed. Yes, we started off happy together, but as our story came to be, we were left broken hearted. Yet I don't understand why you are, why anyone would be with someone if they don't make you smile? I guess I'll step aside and let time heal this one, even though it should have healed a long ago. I know someday I'll have a beautiful life, I know I'll be the sun, the moon, the sky. One day I'll be everything in someone else's eyes...

For what it's worth I think it's never too late, or too early to be whoever you want to be. There's no time limit. You can stop whenever you want. You can change or stay the same; there are no rules to this game. We can make the best or the worst of it. I hope I’ll make the best of it. And I hope I'll see things that startle me. I hope I’ll feel things I never felt before. I hope I meet people with a different point of view. I hope I live a life I'm proud of. If I find that I'm not, I hope I’ll have the strength to start all over again...

We carry around in our heads these pictures of what our lives are supposed to look like, painted by the brush of our intentions. It's the great, deep secret of humanity that in the end, none of our lives look the way we thought they would. As much as we wish to believe otherwise, most of life is a reaction to circumstances. You're only worth one wish that you'll probably never make. You only get one chance that you know you'll never take, and the dream that's in your heart, and how it sleeps when you're awake, well, you never lived a day...