Thursday, May 5, 2011

A girl, a boy, and a graveyard...

The circular nature of life reared its ugly head, right as he was about to proclaim victory. "This too I shall survive," he promised himself. He clinges to doubt. Doubt that this is really all he's meant to be. Perhaps this is just how his life was predetermined to unfold. Being stuck in a perpetual flux of ethernalness, being torn to shreds by the shadows of the decrepit void. "This too shall pass," he thought to himself.

I have come to realise that our finest moments are most likely to occur when we are feeling profoundly unhappy, deeply uncomfortable, and agonisingly unfulfilled. For it is only in such circumstances, propelled by tragedy, that we are likely to step out of our roots and start searching for different answers, for truer paths. If we are lucky, we might stumble upon roads that no one else has ever walked before, for only then can we be certain that they will take us somewhere no one has ever been.

Time is like a river. You can't brush upon the same surface twice, because the flow that has passed will never pass again. Even though we can't change what was, I think you've proved to yourself, that you can certainly change what will be. There is no obstacle big enough to keep us from our dreams. There is no burden heavy enough to keep us from our journey. There is nothing we cannot get back, if we have the strength to demand it. So when it hurts to look back, and it's hard to look ahead, you can look beside you, and I promise I'll be there.