What happens next?
Apr 19, 2006 in Diary-writer
I copied these words from a few songs, some of them, maybe. They're combined, taken from places. Sometimes I wish it were as easy as buying a plane ticket, and taking off where the wind brings me. I know, from so long ago, that all the things I have to experience are necessary lessons that will push me forward, that every syllable that spills from my mouth are remnants of words I've heard in the past.
Everytime I tell myself that focusing on the present is far more important than thinking about what happened in the past, I remember again, but the past is what makes the now.
And I wonder.
Be still my troubled heart, you'll be fine really. It takes just a little while, a little time, maybe a tear or two, or sometimes a few buckets. Your legs, they'll not hold your weight for a while, so fall if you need to, and feel the bruises on your knees and maybe your elbows. But after a while they'll heal, maybe there'll be scars… but surely you'll heal. And then you'll smile again.
It's the way of the world, eventually you'll forget the pain and focus on the present. Because that's a happier place to be.