Reflections of a broken dream
There comes a time in your life when you feel as though an epiphany is a strange event that only happens in stories to other people; and dreams are those random images you have in your sleep. There is a time, when even making a reality out of something so small takes away so much that you could not keep up with it.
You wonder, as you stand looking at the sky, what if? The ifs filled you with dread, with a sort of regret, if you had done this, if you had not done that - would you be in any way happier?
Life looks at you in disgust and tells you to live without your old friend, the past. Life tells you to move forward, to make do and to do what you love. But that is one step that you dare not take. It is one thing to love doing something and it's another thing to be completely horrible at it.
Life sighs and then tells you to not be so hard on yourself, to work hard and improve and for fucks sake quit whinging. Everyday you try to be a little bit more optimistic - maybe this time luck with turn itself around and see you.
Maybe this time you wouldn't have to wake up and rewind your day. Maybe then you will open your eyes and smile.
You wonder, as you stand looking at the sky, what if? The ifs filled you with dread, with a sort of regret, if you had done this, if you had not done that - would you be in any way happier?
Life looks at you in disgust and tells you to live without your old friend, the past. Life tells you to move forward, to make do and to do what you love. But that is one step that you dare not take. It is one thing to love doing something and it's another thing to be completely horrible at it.
Life sighs and then tells you to not be so hard on yourself, to work hard and improve and for fucks sake quit whinging. Everyday you try to be a little bit more optimistic - maybe this time luck with turn itself around and see you.
Maybe this time you wouldn't have to wake up and rewind your day. Maybe then you will open your eyes and smile.
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