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I am in a deadlock. How can I shake my bad habits if I keep getting pulled into scenarios that make it near impossible? Maybe that's the test. Overcoming hardship without aid when it seems the most improbable thing to do. I feel weak and insecure, and as I approach the last stretch of this climb, I can't help but wonder if the view will be worth it. Were my sacrifices justified? Was I right to uproot my entire life for a dream no one else could see but me? Did the journey make me a better person? A better friend? A better partner? A better son? If you would gaze upon me, would you see someone you could look up to, admire and adore? Am I the boy who got away or the man who couldn't make you stay? Without real answers I sit and ponder and as always and forever write words written so I may perhaps find meaning in the meaningless. Is that still all right with you?
