If nothing stands in the way, why do you stay so still?
There is something incredibly strange going on with the human race. Although, history constantly repeats itself, we can never be satisfied with nature's course. Thus creating a particular longing for something that may not exist. Still, there is something that makes us so certain and so hopeful that there is something beyond this course, that we disregard the truth. Everything becomes trial and error, and we repeat the process until we find what we want to find.
What if we're looking for something that simply does not exist? Will we continue to repeat our mistakes even when we're wrong?
Sometimes, we simply cannot believe in everything we see. Sometimes, we simply have to go forth with the undying feeling. Even when that feeling harms and degrades others.
Realization came a little late, but it came and I hope it's staying. The other day, I became completely conscience and understanding of my thoughts. And of course, at this point, I feel like I'm too late to fix anything. I found that by listening to everyone else, and being under a certain influence, my thoughts were blurred. So, I escaped the draining sensation of confusion. Still, there's an anxious depth of a hole inside that I haven't felt filled in years. Sometimes, I will forget her, but she always appears in moments such as these. Still, I did not get what I wanted to receive. Nor did I give anyone what they wanted either. But I've learned to like the idea. I've actually fallen in love with it already.
Such as an orchestra of instruments harmonizing, I became harmonized with the orchestra in my mind. It takes time and practice, but nevertheless it is extremely possible and likely to succeed. If I would have listen to everyone else, I would have never found harmony. If I would have caved into the pressure and the demise of what other people had to say about it, that would have truly been my biggest regret. Regret is not something I'm willing to live with. It's quite simple. I'm not willing to miss out on the joy I've been given for someone who does choose to miss out on it. I just hope that people really start molding their own thoughts and opinions. Sometimes it seems that everyone in this city is the exact same person with all of the exact same thing to say. So easily swayed, you caved in like a collapsing tunnel. You were the person to jump off a bridge because everyone else jumped off the bridge. Well, did that satisfy you?
