I could have fought for my dream. I could have taken the chance, choosing the unfamiliar route to my truest desire.
Oh how I wish I could have, but I didn’t. I chose the comfort of the familiar over my peace . For the longest time my heart was in deep sorrow. Moaning over the lost dream. The dream I could have fought for.
Did I learn my lesson? No. How foolish.
Twice I failed to fight for my heart, and lived to regret it, for I never found my peace.
Perhaps I will tell my story someday.
If I were to go back, I would want to do things differently, but am sure I would still find myself right here where I am. For this is the path with my name on it. Living this life a thousand times will not change it.
It is part of my story, part of my destiny.
But it still hurts.
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