As much as I've tried to convince myself that I finally got my heart's desires, I think it's now clear that all I did, was claw my way back to a fresh start, and the thing with new beginnings is just that - they're new. I haven't really accomplished anything, all I did was press "restart" on my life. All I have gained is an ironically uncertain future, which as always, takes its precious time to unfold. It seems that seeing is deceiving, dreaming is believing, and sometimes it's hard to follow your heart, when you realise you might never make it.
He walks down the rocky road to the shore and lays down on the scorched sand. He inhales a deep breath and is instantly mesmerized by the smell of the ocean. It was as if he never left, as if he never broke down, as if he never gave up. Almost everything felt the same, looked the same, it even sounded the same, yet something was different, something significant. Perhaps the way the seagulls stood on the pier or the way the wind played with the leaves on the palm trees. He did not care to find out, because nothing could change the fact, that once again, even after everything, even after all that work, he is once again lost in the meadows.
He walks down the rocky road to the shore and lays down on the scorched sand. He inhales a deep breath and is instantly mesmerized by the smell of the ocean. It was as if he never left, as if he never broke down, as if he never gave up. Almost everything felt the same, looked the same, it even sounded the same, yet something was different, something significant. Perhaps the way the seagulls stood on the pier or the way the wind played with the leaves on the palm trees. He did not care to find out, because nothing could change the fact, that once again, even after everything, even after all that work, he is once again lost in the meadows.
