Someone close to my heart once told me to "face the music", even when it's unbearable. Although this person has long since walked out of my life, I remember growing stronger under their wings and then being able to grow a pair of my own. Flying away I look back and ponder where my life would have been if I was never introduced to the journey we both had endured together. Easier said than done, as I try to find closure I try to understand the meaning of fate and why things started... and ended, the way it did. I used to never believe in having a predestined future, but when I think about it, how else was I to end up here? I find no absolute reason to why I had to go through what I did, just to leave with a distant memory and a faint scar.
They say that your future is in your hands, so why is my present not how I had planned it in my past? I feel like a misdirected compass. Not able to depict North between South or East between West, I feel like I am being misguided by a stronger force out there, leading me to endless trails of mistakes, let alone, more than enough heartbreaks. The alterations of my intended path leaves me with a destination without a map. Obscurely I now wonder if the past four years of my life have been worth the trouble and if my present now have been worth the wait. I have faced the music, even when it became unbearable, still the song plays louder as a nightmare in my head. Should I find a different rendition to hum to or should I wait for the sounds to die down? I guess life is a journey that will continuously surprise me with it's uncharted paths, if I don't keep moving forward, who knows, there may never be any music at all.
They say that your future is in your hands, so why is my present not how I had planned it in my past? I feel like a misdirected compass. Not able to depict North between South or East between West, I feel like I am being misguided by a stronger force out there, leading me to endless trails of mistakes, let alone, more than enough heartbreaks. The alterations of my intended path leaves me with a destination without a map. Obscurely I now wonder if the past four years of my life have been worth the trouble and if my present now have been worth the wait. I have faced the music, even when it became unbearable, still the song plays louder as a nightmare in my head. Should I find a different rendition to hum to or should I wait for the sounds to die down? I guess life is a journey that will continuously surprise me with it's uncharted paths, if I don't keep moving forward, who knows, there may never be any music at all.
