As he laid waste to the final pieces of all that once was, there was but a single tear in his eye. Not because of regret, but because of fear that he might never build something meaningful again. Exhausted from all the destruction, he stood in the middle of the rubble and imagined all that may one day be. He pictured the people he'll meet, and the friends he'll make, and the enemies he will not, and for a split second, a smile conjured on his face. For even amongst the smoke and dust, he can find a ray of light that shines hope, it shines potential.
Sometimes you just need to give yourself time to take it all in. You don't want to be comforted or understood. You just want to reflect on all that has been, all the pain left behind. You want time to analyse and pull yourself together again. Time to realise that all you ever wanted is now just a fading memory. Time to let go, and start again. Yet if anything, I've always been impatient. But that's the thing about the present, it demands to be lived, to be felt. As my heart is about to pop, I inhale unlike ever before, and remind myself that the universe itself has led me here, exactly where I'm supposed to be.
Sometimes you just need to give yourself time to take it all in. You don't want to be comforted or understood. You just want to reflect on all that has been, all the pain left behind. You want time to analyse and pull yourself together again. Time to realise that all you ever wanted is now just a fading memory. Time to let go, and start again. Yet if anything, I've always been impatient. But that's the thing about the present, it demands to be lived, to be felt. As my heart is about to pop, I inhale unlike ever before, and remind myself that the universe itself has led me here, exactly where I'm supposed to be.
