You ever just sit there for a while and think to yourself what if?
What if you took that chance on a hope or a prayer?
How would your life be different?
You take a moment to yourself and accept the reality you, you yourself are a part of and you sit there digesting it.
Then there are these moments where your body rejects it.
Your brain attacks it, throws it back at you.
Every single action you’ve ever taken is an affront to who you are in this moment.
All of these people you’ve left behind because you made a choice.
For better or for worse you did this.
You brought it upon youself.
You, you have made this hell of your own.
There’s this light but you ask yourself does the darkness swallow it?
Is it fleeting?
Like a fire in a vacuum does it even have a chance?
The only choice is to look to the future and keep going.
Take the hits, the blows and keep seething.
This is who you are now, for better or for worse.
At the bottom of the cup you are there.
Alone.
Swallowed by doubts and second thoughts.
But...
If you would change nothing.
Does it define where you are?
Or does it give meaning to the strength you have to keep going.
Make it into a life worth living?
Or back peddle into the abyss?
