the past. the memories of life that are long gone; details of events that only drift around in a haze of confusion about their existence in the first place. however painful, they do surface, at some point when you are ready to forget and move on. they come back full force at some hint of familiarity of the incidents that surrounded them. why are we allowed to remember the pain and sorrow of the journey thus far? is it to make us understand the mistakes and make us stronger by learning from them? but we are not strong. we are not powerful. we are not risk-takers. aren't we all scared and alone in this crazy, mixed-up world?
and just by this fact aren't we not alone? we may feel dead to it all, thinking that no one will miss our insignificant selves, but there is always someone who will care. we can't waste life when it is such a precious commodity.
we have life and we are alive. we fight for our survival everyday and we don't give up. we may not belong to any group or may not be the coolest people around, but we have free will. we have the choice to stand up and face what we fear head on. we can choose to hold onto the things in the present and struggle to never let them go. our future is never determined by others. we shape it and turn it into the ugly monster or the beautiful bird that it will become. we have hope that everything will turn out okay and that it will be able to take us into the world that we have always wanted to be in.
we are human and by that understanding alone, we are fallible creatures. we are not perfect. but we can protect ourselves by helping those that need it and showing them the way to make their own beautiful bird. if we have someone special enough to do this for us, we shouldn't bite her tender hand. we need to accept the mistakes, accept the wrongs, and take the hand that was offered to pull us out of the dark. we can change.
i hope that you choose life....
