For must of us coming to age we will spend the remainder of our lives searching, or wandering down these roads with no awareness of why.
Perhaps it’s better to move the legs than to sit still and suffer in the agony of stagnation?
Perhaps it is better to see the world than simply the four walls of our bedrooms?
Or perhaps it is better to be lost, than to never start at all?
The twisted roads of the wild can be terrifying as a symbol of the unknown. The uncertainty of the future, your future, is what fuels the fear in your head, and the doubt in your heart.
Sometimes the hurt in your chest is the only real thing in the way of you letting go of the possibility of a new day.
There comes a time in your life, when you come to the realization that you have been asleep for much too long.
We see glimpses of this world with our eyes open, and we call this hope. For a brief moment, the young and desperate kids are no longer lost at sea. Instead, we’re able to set course on our lives.
No longer dictated by the expectations of the waves we ride. The only real thing of value in our lives is time. The distance from the day we are born to the day we die. Although I know that in 100 years, time won’t mean a thing. I’ll be long gone, dead gone, end this suffering.
Perhaps it is better not to wonder why, and simply live the best we can. Day by day. Perhaps, just maybe, we need a little bit of suffering in our lives, to figure out how we all fit into this picture called life.
There is always time to start over. There is always enough time to be lost, found, and in between. Because the truth of our lives. Is that none of us are perfect.
But god damn, we’re working on it. So when you’re ready, stop your crying. And don’t you dare, start giving up.