It struck him like lightning. Seemingly out of nowhere, yet somehow strangely familiar. He knew he couldn't deny it any longer. It was as transparent as the moon on a silvery night. The truth however, did not bring him peace. It only brought forth more burning questions. Questions he was afraid to even think, let alone ask. He needs to confide in somebody, anybody really. He needs to let go of his fears, of his insecurities and his compassion. For once he has to be selfish, because only by finding his true self, can he become a vessel for change. He needs to fail greater than ever before, for it is from the ashes of defeat that he can rise once again and reclaim his rightful throne. But most of all, he needs someone to catch him when he falls...
I'd like to think that everyone has a guardian angel, who watches over us. They take different forms and they convey their messages in mysterious ways. But they're not here to fight our battles. They are with us so they can whisper from our hearts, and remind us that we are the ones who hold the power over the world we create. We can try to deny they exist, and convince ourselves they aren't real. Yet they'll show up anyway, at unexpected places and unexpected times. They can speak through any character they choose. They dare us, and challenge us to fight, to fight for our lives and ourselves. They make us see who we might be, they give us hope and strength, and the weapons we need to fight the battle of life. Angels do exist, sometimes we just refuse to listen...
I don't think I'm good enough anymore. Not for this world, or the people around me. It was never supposed to unravel like this. I had different plans, different paths I wanted to take. Now I feel like there aren't any roads left. Have you ever felt forgotten? Replaced in some form or another. Like all of a sudden you are no longer enough. I wonder if I should do the same - just forget about you. I wonder if that's the right thing to do. The answer is lost upon me, but I do know that I am no longer who I was, because we are no longer what we used to be. And that in itself, is just too much to bear...
I don't think I'm good enough anymore. Not for this world, or the people around me. It was never supposed to unravel like this. I had different plans, different paths I wanted to take. Now I feel like there aren't any roads left. Have you ever felt forgotten? Replaced in some form or another. Like all of a sudden you are no longer enough. I wonder if I should do the same - just forget about you. I wonder if that's the right thing to do. The answer is lost upon me, but I do know that I am no longer who I was, because we are no longer what we used to be. And that in itself, is just too much to bear...
