Heartbreak can be as liberating as it is painful. For the most part, I am okay because I have been distracted. It begins to get tough when I am alone and staring at silence storm its fist at me.
My hands are still trembling from doing the exact opposite of what I intended to do. I booked my first solo trip for a week to Tasmania. OH-MY-GOD, YES, I DID!
I just wanna feel real love
Feel the home that I live in
Cause I got too much life
Running through my veins
Going to waste
What now? I just can’t figure it out
What now? I guess I’ll just wait it out
What is meant to be will be — float or drown, it will be, in its own time and course.
I should have known better than to chase something that seemed like a fantasy, but I wandered into the choppy waters anyway, unprepared. I sought something I thought I deserved but in truth, it wasn’t mine to begin with.
We all have a rehearsed set of lines similar to our Facebook or LinkedIn bios. These are usually simple yet exciting enough. It is the story you know they want to hear even if it’s not yours to tell. It is a story of our past, our achievements and talents and outward appearances. It is a story meant for the file, but not the one that bears our soul.