I want to believe again. Believe in the power of art and imagination. In the magic of writing and creation. In the mystery of love and the everlooming pressence of a higher power. I want to believe that I have made the right choices and that I'm on the right path, despite of all the mistakes I've made. I want to reclaim that piece of me, which I lost somewhere between where I was and where I am. I've watched the shattered glass of my soul for far too long. I need to start picking up the broken snippets and build a new me, a greater me. The times I have tried to do so, and failed, are too numerous to recall, and I think I finally know why. It is because I wish to become more than the whole of my parts.
I've found that for me, the two hardest things in life are having the patience to wait for the right moment and the courage to accept that sometimes I've waited for nothing. But it's the time in between I find most heartrenching. The time when you don't yet know if you've failed or if you just stumbled upon the greatest thing in your life. So as I find myself giving a remarkably convincing portrayal of a boy embarking on a very long journey, with no regard for the consequences, I can't help but feel as if I had forgotten something. Something important. It's on the tip of my mind, but I cannot for the life of me, figure out what it is. A tiny shard of glass was left behind, and as I lay here, contemplating all that is yet to come, I hope with every fiber of my being that it wasn't the one, which gives me the strength to dream.
I've found that for me, the two hardest things in life are having the patience to wait for the right moment and the courage to accept that sometimes I've waited for nothing. But it's the time in between I find most heartrenching. The time when you don't yet know if you've failed or if you just stumbled upon the greatest thing in your life. So as I find myself giving a remarkably convincing portrayal of a boy embarking on a very long journey, with no regard for the consequences, I can't help but feel as if I had forgotten something. Something important. It's on the tip of my mind, but I cannot for the life of me, figure out what it is. A tiny shard of glass was left behind, and as I lay here, contemplating all that is yet to come, I hope with every fiber of my being that it wasn't the one, which gives me the strength to dream.
