The truths of one who braved rough seas
As far as endings go, this one could be worse. It isn't. I remember how it started out. I was wide-eyed, young and pretty over the edge as far as stability goes. I had aspirations towards a future in journalism. That ship has sailed for me. The life of a journalist has long since lost its appeal. Time is a rather temperamental mistress. She swallows the unworthy whole, leaving them in pools of blood and shame. Broken dreams are a reality for some. It seems I was worthy, for I was spared in time. The beginning is no dissimilar at all from the end. We choose the lives we lead for ourselves. Our choices aren't always smart, or well contrived, but they are always for the best. I chose love and happiness in the end.
I came into this dream not expecting it to end. This was not a practical ideal. All things end. The memories, however, are infinite. I have a few. I remember the time I decided to turn back and say hello. My life changed that afternoon. All I wanted was to fill the hole in my life. I now know that people do not fill holes.
It's not easy putting thoughts into words. Words hurt, and thoughts even more so. Regret hurts the most, and I am plagued by all three. I have words for my thoughts, and my thoughts are often of times long passed. To dwell in the past is dangerous. It blocks off the present and distorts the future. And so I try, all the moments of my life, to see only the present.
In the present, my life is perfect. I'm headed towards an unknown destination forward. All I know is that I'm headed forward. Our ship sails soon, and I along with it.
I came into this dream not expecting it to end. This was not a practical ideal. All things end. The memories, however, are infinite. I have a few. I remember the time I decided to turn back and say hello. My life changed that afternoon. All I wanted was to fill the hole in my life. I now know that people do not fill holes.
It's not easy putting thoughts into words. Words hurt, and thoughts even more so. Regret hurts the most, and I am plagued by all three. I have words for my thoughts, and my thoughts are often of times long passed. To dwell in the past is dangerous. It blocks off the present and distorts the future. And so I try, all the moments of my life, to see only the present.
In the present, my life is perfect. I'm headed towards an unknown destination forward. All I know is that I'm headed forward. Our ship sails soon, and I along with it.
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