It is not the fear of moving on that scares me, it is the petrifying sensation that I'll never be able to come back. No one ever told me how much it would hurt to choose in life. They never told me that you can move on from certain things, but it may in turn cost your heart. The decisions I'm making right now, are charting my journey, are shaping who I am, and who I'll still have the potential to be. I don't think I've ever been so tired. Tired of obsessing about the new people coming into my life, and tired of feeling not good enough for those already there. But even still, I have to trust, I have to believe that there's a plan from someone above, leading me to my greater existence, that there's a logic out there fueling me to better prepare for the day something really special might come. It might never arrive, or it might be just around the corner, and that is what makes life so worth living.
