As I lay in the dark, the silence of the night engulfing me, thoughts swept over me like angry waves.
In the silence, where nothing can interfere, into deep thoughts I sunk. What is the life I’m living? Who is it have I become?
Into the darkness I stared. Silence. Emptiness. Solitude. There and then I realized, I’m all alone, with no one to count on but myself. No one to lean on but me. No one to trust but ME.
So here I am now, as independent as I can be, never letting myself rely too much on others. But once in awhile, the loneliness swept in. Thinking if I have made the right choice.
Age allows wisdom to grow. Wisdom makes me realize, “no man is an island” they say.
Living a life caring about what other people think of you is like not living at all. You’ll never be perfect in their eyes. Everyone has their own definition of perfection. If you try to be perfect for them, when will you live for yourself?
As life unfolds, you realize those you can keep, and those you have to forget. Be it friends, be it memories. You do what’s best for you, as selfish as it sounds. You start living life for yourself and not for others.
p.s: sorry for the jumpiness. random thoughts fly into my head before bed time. =p



