kazza_baby
Bluelighter
Sometimes there are things you wish you didn't do;people you wish you did not hurt.
But these are all just random parts of life that we have to get over.
Life is short. You understand it, but it never really hits you.
I wasn't brought into this world to look for reasons live, nor to find answers to the gazillion questions that are lurking inside the minds of us all.
I was just given the gift of life -
to explore and to unwind... To breathe.
Yes, I've made my share of mistakes - big ones and small.
But I don't regret any of them.
Because at the end of the day, all I can do, is; move on, let go, and ultimately, learn.
So maybe I did something stupid the other night, and maybe you got really mad. And perhaps you look at me differently now because of it.
But the one thing that hasn't changed is the way I feel.
Sometimes I feel like the world is crumbling in on me.
But then I realize how presumptuous I'm being, because not a single person is special enough to be crucified
like that. And masking myself in melancholy dominion won't do me any good either.
yet I still let those certain 'wrong doings' get to me.
Perhaps I didn’t tell a particular person often enough that I loved them.
And yes, now they’re gone.
I’ve spent way too many nights crying over them.
And too much time wrapped in guilt.
My actions through the short time I knew them – That’s what counts.
The memories I have of her and I together – They’ll be what keeps me going.
Sometimes I feel like I'm in the right place; doing what I'm meant to do.
But then I stop to think. And my mind tells me I'm just saying this is meant to
be because I want it to be.
See, the heart makes the truth what you want it to be.
We believe in what we want to believe, despite any other concerns.
Sometimes there's just nothing you can do.
When what you want to say is right there – but all that comes out is a jumble of words.
Words that lead to misconceptions and misunderstandings.
Life's not perfect.
And matter how many times you dream of that moment of pure truth, it just ends up slipping farther away.
They say you should take all the chances you get.
But such risks don't always result in happy endings.
Who wants it to end anyhow?
Perhaps I indulge too much, too often, in things that have the potential to cause me harm.
But they make me smile.
And happiness, even if only fleeting, is still happiness.
People come and go.
But I’ll be here.
Surviving.
Because you don’t need anyone else but yourself.
You’re the only one you can rely on.
If you want something -
Learn it.
Live it.
Breath it.
Make your dreams reality.
Too many people wish their lives away.
At the end of the day; I know I'm not a great person that can make an amazing difference. But I do have the ability and the capacity to make
a difference.
It doesn't have to be fabulous.
Any contribution, no matter the size, will still make a difference.
Oh no, I've concentrated on self-indulgent psychoanalysis
too much again.
It's a natural habit, so sue me.
But these are all just random parts of life that we have to get over.
Life is short. You understand it, but it never really hits you.
I wasn't brought into this world to look for reasons live, nor to find answers to the gazillion questions that are lurking inside the minds of us all.
I was just given the gift of life -
to explore and to unwind... To breathe.
Yes, I've made my share of mistakes - big ones and small.
But I don't regret any of them.
Because at the end of the day, all I can do, is; move on, let go, and ultimately, learn.
So maybe I did something stupid the other night, and maybe you got really mad. And perhaps you look at me differently now because of it.
But the one thing that hasn't changed is the way I feel.
Sometimes I feel like the world is crumbling in on me.
But then I realize how presumptuous I'm being, because not a single person is special enough to be crucified
like that. And masking myself in melancholy dominion won't do me any good either.
yet I still let those certain 'wrong doings' get to me.
Perhaps I didn’t tell a particular person often enough that I loved them.
And yes, now they’re gone.
I’ve spent way too many nights crying over them.
And too much time wrapped in guilt.
My actions through the short time I knew them – That’s what counts.
The memories I have of her and I together – They’ll be what keeps me going.
Sometimes I feel like I'm in the right place; doing what I'm meant to do.
But then I stop to think. And my mind tells me I'm just saying this is meant to
be because I want it to be.
See, the heart makes the truth what you want it to be.
We believe in what we want to believe, despite any other concerns.
Sometimes there's just nothing you can do.
When what you want to say is right there – but all that comes out is a jumble of words.
Words that lead to misconceptions and misunderstandings.
Life's not perfect.
And matter how many times you dream of that moment of pure truth, it just ends up slipping farther away.
They say you should take all the chances you get.
But such risks don't always result in happy endings.
Who wants it to end anyhow?
Perhaps I indulge too much, too often, in things that have the potential to cause me harm.
But they make me smile.
And happiness, even if only fleeting, is still happiness.
People come and go.
But I’ll be here.
Surviving.
Because you don’t need anyone else but yourself.
You’re the only one you can rely on.
If you want something -
Learn it.
Live it.
Breath it.
Make your dreams reality.
Too many people wish their lives away.
At the end of the day; I know I'm not a great person that can make an amazing difference. But I do have the ability and the capacity to make
a difference.
It doesn't have to be fabulous.
Any contribution, no matter the size, will still make a difference.
Oh no, I've concentrated on self-indulgent psychoanalysis
too much again.
It's a natural habit, so sue me.
