There are things that make up tick
That make us plod along
Then there are the things that make us thrive
To know them
Might surprise and scare you
Conflict is what makes me thrive, I know not why
I just know I don’t feel more alive than in those moments where it’s all on the line
The elation of what makes us thrive
It’s addictive and thus we seek it
Be it good, bad or indifferent
We need it
Like a drug, it calls to us.
What are we to do?
Deny our needs and very nature to conform, to become one of the meek
Or do we just given in to it, to the desire
We are all just rebounding through time.
Standing in front on this harrowing mirror I gaze upon the reflection. I have no question of who I am or who I was. Uttering no such words as “I miss who I was, who I used to be.” because that was indeed who I was, it’s now who I am now.
So many try to reclaim the lives they once led, the person they once were. In reality though we can never be that person again because we’ve grown through experience and we’ve learnt through pain.
To not be ashamed of who you are is somewhat self indulgent, but, it doesn’t matter because the only person who needs to live with that version of you is you.
So long I’ve rebounded through time starting a so called ‘new life’ that was simply seeking a means to and end. I never really understood that sentence or it’s meaning until now.
If you sit and think about how your life has been it will be a sequence of patterns that repeat? Patterns that mimic a time your were happy, a time you thought would never end? Let me say this: you can’t recreate the past no matter how hard you try, it’s gone, that’s why it’s called the past. Don’t strive to relive what was, instead live what could be.
This is my promise to myself: this time around it will be different.