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this entry isn't friends only, for a very important reason. this isn't just to those who i call friends. but to each and every person i ever encountered. please read:
when one reaches a fork in the road, stereotypically, there is a path of light, and a path of darkness. all too often, we choose the path of light. however, no one ever learned anything about themselves from skipping happily down the easy road. it is not until we are plunged in darkness, lost, and faced with that which we fear most that we learn who we truly are.
time and time again we cry, we grow frustrated, we fight, we scream. doesn't matter why, doesn't matter how. it happens. often times we don't realize that because of these events we will grow stronger. the end might not be near, but it is existant. no one lives forever in misery. we find the light at the end of the tunnel.
how you get there, well that's up to. some find that light and the hope to go on in God. others find it within themselves. then there are friends, and family. i, for one, choose me. i choose to believe that light, hope, and goodness can all be found within myself. that even though i have my moments of despair, believing that this pain will never leave me, i know in my heart that it will. i have learned more about myself in the last year and a half then i have in the other seventeen years. losing friends, gaining friends, moving apart, growing apart.
i am stronger for finally being forced down the dark path. and i'm almost out of the woods. i can see the sun shining through the trees and i have no regrets.
all the nights of fighting, all the screaming, the yelling, the crying over all these years. it really wasn't necessary, but i like who i am right this very moment. and i am this way as a result of every single emotion i ever felt, every experience i ever had, every person i ever encountered. i am thankful of each and every day that i have lived. for without them, i would be nothing. and nothing simply isn't an option as this point. you can never really start again, not ever. there's no such thing as a clean slate. but you can always discover new things about yourself. you are an endless amount of things, you will never ever know all there is to know about yourself ever. it's just impossible. but it's worth trying, isn't it?
so here's to the memories, the ups and the downs, to all the times we ran down the right paths, and most importantly all the times we laughed through the wrong ones. here's to just saying hi, and never seeing you again. here's to promises of best friends forever. here's to eighteen years of time well spent even in boredom. i wouldn't have made it without you.
when one reaches a fork in the road, stereotypically, there is a path of light, and a path of darkness. all too often, we choose the path of light. however, no one ever learned anything about themselves from skipping happily down the easy road. it is not until we are plunged in darkness, lost, and faced with that which we fear most that we learn who we truly are.
time and time again we cry, we grow frustrated, we fight, we scream. doesn't matter why, doesn't matter how. it happens. often times we don't realize that because of these events we will grow stronger. the end might not be near, but it is existant. no one lives forever in misery. we find the light at the end of the tunnel.
how you get there, well that's up to. some find that light and the hope to go on in God. others find it within themselves. then there are friends, and family. i, for one, choose me. i choose to believe that light, hope, and goodness can all be found within myself. that even though i have my moments of despair, believing that this pain will never leave me, i know in my heart that it will. i have learned more about myself in the last year and a half then i have in the other seventeen years. losing friends, gaining friends, moving apart, growing apart.
i am stronger for finally being forced down the dark path. and i'm almost out of the woods. i can see the sun shining through the trees and i have no regrets.
all the nights of fighting, all the screaming, the yelling, the crying over all these years. it really wasn't necessary, but i like who i am right this very moment. and i am this way as a result of every single emotion i ever felt, every experience i ever had, every person i ever encountered. i am thankful of each and every day that i have lived. for without them, i would be nothing. and nothing simply isn't an option as this point. you can never really start again, not ever. there's no such thing as a clean slate. but you can always discover new things about yourself. you are an endless amount of things, you will never ever know all there is to know about yourself ever. it's just impossible. but it's worth trying, isn't it?
so here's to the memories, the ups and the downs, to all the times we ran down the right paths, and most importantly all the times we laughed through the wrong ones. here's to just saying hi, and never seeing you again. here's to promises of best friends forever. here's to eighteen years of time well spent even in boredom. i wouldn't have made it without you.