I've never liked being in the middle, it's way to boring, way to safe, and I don't think that's really what life is about. So here I go, straight into the belly of the beast. I may have said farewell to arms, and I may be sorely outclassed, but the thing is that everyone breaks, but not everybody gathers up the pieces of what is left and stand again. So when I inhale my last breath, I want to know if I have what it takes to breakaway. I want to know if I have the serenity at heart to live a life worth living. But most of all I want to finally know, if she was right all along.
Don't pray and wish for an easy life, instead hope for the strength to endure a hard one. And if anything, it's becoming crystal clear that the future looks grim. Not because I might fail or because I might disappoint, but because there are still so many things to say. Once the secrets come pouring out, that's when life truly begins. So as I sit here, I remind myself that sometimes the saddest songs bring me the most comfort, and the memories which make me cry, are the happiest one's I'll ever have.
