Over a year has passed since it all began, it’s hard to believe how much can happen in such a short time.
So much sorrow and so much hate, emotions so overpowering they drove me to the very edge of madness and now they are nothing more than memories lingering in the distance.
Echoes of the damned trapped limbo never to surface again.
It’s fair to say that I have grown as a person in so many ways, I have learnt from the mistakes I’ve made and the pain that I caused so many people, seeing the past, the potential future and old friends long gone.
The journey has shown me who was really there, who really cared and who had grown apart. It opened my eyes to see that which I always knew was there, it allowed me to understand myself.
Jealous friends and spiteful rivals came to light no longer able to hide in the shadows of my ignorance, my choices were made and I stand by them because if I had to make the same ones again I would purely because in the end…. I was right.
My life now is not following anyone else’s path but my own, in truth this is why people find themselves lost, they tread someone else’s path and walk in their footsteps instead to walking beside them and choosing a path for themselves.
Many will not stand alone, they will drown in their pain and be conquered by their fears… I refused this and now I have something worth risking it all for again.
Through all of this the biggest thing I take away is the answer to a question I was asked what seems like such a long time ago, by someone I used to know.
What is love?
Well, I feel that love is fighting for the ones you care for, be them family or friends, love is also being there for others even if they are complete strangers simply because it’s the right thing to do and in the end those strangers can become the best of friends. Most of all though true love is being able to put someone else first, to sacrifice yourself to save another no matter the cost.
And that my friends is what I feel love is.