I was right about all of it. I was right. I was right to go, because I was escaping disaster. Just look at me, I ran away, and it has shaped me in ways I'll probably never forget. Now I am left with countless memories of people, ones who've transformed my life and ones I may have lost forever. And as the wind of change blows greater than ever, I am struck with the sudden realisation that down the road to my dreams, I'm going to lose a few more.
The last months have been meer tests for everything I have to face now. It will take longer to succeed this time, if winning even is a possibility at all. The obstacles thrown my way hit harder than I ever imagined, but the thing is, I love every minute of it. The failures, the small victories, the pain of not knowing what tomorrow might bring, all of that illuminates the colours of my world and force me to keep evolving, growing. It's a curious feeling, embracing that you might not have the talent to pursue your dreams, and an even greater agony to admit that anything shy of the stars, shall never be enough.
The last months have been meer tests for everything I have to face now. It will take longer to succeed this time, if winning even is a possibility at all. The obstacles thrown my way hit harder than I ever imagined, but the thing is, I love every minute of it. The failures, the small victories, the pain of not knowing what tomorrow might bring, all of that illuminates the colours of my world and force me to keep evolving, growing. It's a curious feeling, embracing that you might not have the talent to pursue your dreams, and an even greater agony to admit that anything shy of the stars, shall never be enough.
