The fault in our stars...

I have found that even the greatest love is essentially fleeting. Life has a way of weaving complex circumstances that make it difficult to recognise who we are, and more detrimentally, who we're becoming. I wanted different things, yet now as I am being steered in the opposite direction, I can't help but wonder if it's by chance or design. Perhaps I need to see the other side before I can fully commit to the path I always thought I would march. Maybe this is the push I need to finally, without excuse, grow up and face life as it is, not as I would want it. My dreams won't just appear out of nowhere - I'll have to work and slave away, and surely sacrifice even more than I can tangibly grasp at this moment in time. I have been defeated and I have rebuilt myself anew, each instance a little greater than before, yet as the sun sinks into the ocean, I find that no amount of change can change the fact that I was shattered to pieces, before I even knew what it meant to be whole.