New Beginnings

I do not wish to carry the burdens of my past with me any longer. To be stuck in a phase of remembering, nostalgic and tethered to dreams of what was or what could have been. I am an amalgamation of all the ideas that I’ve pondered then subsequently wilted at my inactivity. The drastic measures taken to reach peace that may have already been there. I sit languidly, treasuring the tomorrows. When you take life as a whole, there is malice and tragedy. However, when I consider the moments that have made my life, it all feels and looks beautiful.

Everything does not have to be perfect all the time. That is not possible, even if we want it to be so. I think that’s the journey of life—surrender yourself to the ways the moon phases to bring us each night. I must not punish myself for past troubles that still linger in the forefront of my mind. I am only human; possibly destitute and withering slow. Aren’t we all? Why not enjoy this day and be happy and forget that we have to pay that money tomorrow? I’ve arrived at this place where I don’t want to be sad because I did not get what I wanted. I want to be happy because there is still a chance that I can.