It’s crazy to exist in this moment. So much growth has come along in what is respectively a short amount of time, so much that I feel like I have aged decades beyond my years. That is a common fact, the work is tough, and the load is heavy to bare but well worth very cent to work through the tears. As it happens, when life is the balance that she is, something good must good for every something bad; with that logic, after a period of extreme hardship one must experience a moment of unadulterated bliss – in whatever form one defines that to be.
I have the capacity to love someone more than I think I could ever love myself. I will go to the ends of the earth for those around me, those I care about, those I deem I am unable to live on this world without.
Crossing a stage, for less than 30 seconds, receiving a fake piece of rolled up paper that represents the last most significant portion of your life – spanning years, not just months – may seem trivial and unnecessary to some. But for others, this was a dream, a long awaited and well worked for goal – a fragile reality, that as it turns out was susceptible to breaking.
As of recent, I haven’t needed much motivation. For some reason, through no fault of my own, things are just getting done. When it really comes down to the wire, in those final moments, I am able to pull it together and conjure up some masterpiece.
Is this truly something that I do not want?