When days are long, I drift away...

I'm trying to catch a new rhythm. A peace of mind that will prepare me for both grandeur and failure. More so the win, failure I've gotten quite accustomed to. I've wondered a lot recently, if I'll ever reach the top of the mountain again, or if I'm destined to trail the summit and then turn back just as the peak comes into view. I wouldn't mind, the journey is still quite beautiful, and I find a bit solace, that I am not alone. Perhaps this is the natural realisation of every life. How one is human, inherently weak and unimportant. I've got some strength left, so I'll keep walking for a bit longer. What I'm trying to say is that I wouldn't mind turning around. I wouldn't mind at all. 

There go all my high hopes...

I feel like I'm in the dark...

Nobody thought it could be done, so nobody had tried before. Standing with one foot in the abyss and the other with a foothold in his dreams, he stood on the edge of a cliff. He took one look behind and with one last deep breath, he leapt with reckless certainty and decisive confidence. Blurring through the sky, for a moment he looked like he would fade into darkness, but in the very last moment when everyone else had given up on him, from his back spread wings. With a leap of faith, he learned to fly.

Have you ever thought; while looking all this time for the magic in the world, it's been inside you all along? For me, it seems that no matter how far I travelled, how wide I spread my wings and learn to fly, the only real comfort I was ever able to find was within me. It's been very hard to accept though. The notion that I am self sufficient, and what that means for my friendships, relationship and family. If I don't need anyone, why have someone at all? If the treasure is inside me, why keep on searching for it in places I know it could never be?