Have you ever feel your dream die?
So much planning wasted.
So much time gone.
You feel as if you’re on the precipice, on the edge of a cliff about to fall down.
And there’s nowhere in sight.
Just pure, bottomless, darkness.
The sky is dark, with only the moon as a light source.
I want so bad to pursue my dream overseas, but things have chained me down, and I made my choice a long time ago. I thought I’d truly let it go, but it seems not.
I got a reminder.
Of what things could have been. Of how my situation could have been, of where I could be at this very moment if not for things chaining me down.
Or…are they really chains? I’ve met a lot of people along the way that I don’t regret meeting.
It’s only after I called my cell leader and talked it out with him that I realized, that I had never let it all out.
I had just buried all my emotions and went about life, as if my decision didn’t affect me.
Trying to put on a brave front, trying to be consistently strong…. when all this while, I was still affected. A wound that lingered, a wound that never truly healed.
By letting it all out. By talking to someone.
I refuse to have regrets.
I will persevere on and make the best of my life.