I'd do it all again...

Mystery of love...

Oh, to see without my eyes,

the first time that you kissed me,

boundless by the time I cried.

I built your walls around me,

white noise, what an awful sound -

fumbling by rogue river,

feel my feet above the ground.

Hand of God, deliver me.

You only get a minute...

I am slowly coming to terms that just because I don't get what I want at the exact time that I wanted it, that doesn't really erase the fact that I got it - I was just wrong about the timeline or the execution. I consider myself lucky, but would also like to believe that my blessings have been the product of my positive choices. We can never know for sure, though; is it fate or chance? I can never decide. Yet what is certain is that the future can be bright and it can be whatever we want, as long as we're willing to let go of all the preconceived notions of how our life is supposed to look like. It's going to be okay. Or better yet, it's going to be great. Just you wait.