Winter came. And finally I'm moving on. I hitted rock bottom like a month ago. I had one of the moments of "I can't handle this shit, not anymore, I'm just leaving this war". But then a voice appeared "Do it again, just one last time and it'll worth the fight". So I got up, I took a look at my four walls and started walking , I didn't know where I was going, but it was easy to find the way. Ridiculously easy. As if I always had the key.
As if I just needed a little push, or the valor to start running, the hope that everything could be just right. I just needed to realize that not everything have to be a mess, sometimes you can choose to have something, to love something and go for it. And it could be just right.
I just had to stop waiting.
Stop waiting for everything to clear up itself, stop waiting to my life to get better, stop waiting for you.
And I think that I still assimilating everything I'm doing. I think that sometimes I still afraid of everything to go wrong and my new try of living could crash into pieces.
But it could work just right.
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