As the aspect of my life, which has long been in slumber, finally plummets towards the sky, I find myself losing battles on the path I have set upon, before our hands found one another. I did not expect it to come easy, because when I exhale my last breath, I want a story of hardship and defeat, and above all, a story of endurance and willpower, one of impossible scenarios and improbable outcomes. So what does one do, on days like this one? On days when our confidence takes a heavy blow, and a dark cloud descends upon the road ahead. How does one react, how does one move forward? Maybe we're not supposed to leave unscarred, perhaps we have to collect them, nourish them, and feed off them. I have so much more to accomplish, and so much more I want to do, and in the thousand years I still have, I might just reach it.
