I could watch the world pass by

Perhaps all is lost when one person stops fighting for the sake of two. But how will the one fighting know all is lost till all has been given, till everything remotely possible has been done. Perhaps there is a line to which you must draw compromise, where you have to decide that the other wants to make things work as badly as you do, that there is a reason and a purpose to what you hope to build and hope to achieve.

But we all find that sometimes, some things make no sense. Even after you walk away a part of you still lingers, and you find somewhere within yourself longing to give it another try, that maybe the pain was worth it, that maybe if you held on just a little longer, maybe if you were just a little stronger.

How then do you extricate yourself from the ultimate demise of your being, when fate itself has decreed that commitment to an unworthy cause will be the cause of your inevitable doom. 

What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. Till someone comes along and finds the hole in your strength you have built to cover that weakness. Sometimes it’s good and it teaches you to love and live again. But sometimes it’s bad and you find you have died a thousand terrible deaths and will die a thousand more, with no ability to stop the cycle.

To understand the end, we must first go back to our beginning. The first event that is the foundation of who you are. What has made you, you. Perhaps this is me. A rejection of everything to decide that I should give careful consideration to everything before acting. Perhaps this is the basis of my indecision. And perhaps my unhealthy commitment stems from a hope of what is possible, and believing in what I think true, even when it seems all hope is lost. To put in the little I have, time and strength, in the hopes to exchange it for something more valuable. 

The past sins do not define you. Hope for a better tomorrow and place your trust and faith in the one who deserves it, for he will show you what he has planned for you and he will not give you any less than what you deserve.

When all is said and done.

I’m not really sure if it’s normal for person to cycle through so many different perspectives. So many times in a day I realise something that changes the way I understand things and it changes the way I view myself, the people around me, and also the way that I should act. The question is, how then do I know who I really am? Am I still finding myself? Or am I the summation of all these things?

We were never made to see ourselves change. That’s why we reject all these things that we don’t want in ourselves, so that we can have a stable sense of who we are. But alas that isn’t true. We’re all changing, always changing, and change can be good. But what about when we change for the worse? There’s no logic, no reason. We just fall. And we learn to pick ourselves up again, hopefully for good this time.

Perhaps we sing too much about the worst parts of our lives and forget to make it known when things eventually turn out fine. Sometimes maybe all we need is a little hope and a little faith that everything will be alright in the end. (:

We’ll be alright.

Can’t take it, this isn’t fair. This isn’t fair.