I finally learned at 29, that being awake is more frightening than I ever imagined.
Just ten years ago, I believed I had the all the answers. I was practically bragin'
Little did I know the road that awaited. I road I will probably never have a map to.
But who would I be, if everything was predicted, if I never failed, never was the fool?
I could not be me, nor love as I have, as I do. Nothing would be difficult, and nothing divine.
Sure, I may be spared the pain I have survived, but for what? A life lifeless, a life not mine.
So I have to ask the age old question; "Tis better to have loved and lost, than to have never loved at all"?
Through all the pain and anguish, I almost perished from; I would do it all again, without a stall.
Thank you for allowing me to feel, know, see, touch, smell, give, have, and most of all be.....Love
I am fortunate in this life, and so early on, to be given such a priceless gift, beyond even above