Had I known then what I know now, things would’ve been easier. Apparently that’s the beauty of life, not knowing what’s going to happen next. I’m not so sure I agree. All I wanted to know was if I was doing the right thing. I wanted to know that things would work out. Having 12 people saying “It’ll be alright”, didn’t really accomplish that.
It goes like this all the time though, I make decisions that are bound to go wrong, doomed from the start but, at the time I was making them, they seemed like great ideas. Times were desperate and I went to a Fortune-teller/Psychic. She was a walking talking magic-eight ball. Ask again later. She told me more about my history than I would’ve cared to hear from her, as for my future she seemed more clueless than I did, and that was saying something.
Life is a leap of faith, so is Love and maybe so is destiny. Maybe I was destined to spend my “leap of faith” in search of faith, looking for comfort that it meant something, and that in the end I could be sure that things would go well. Like most things I wish for, this didn’t seem like too much to ask for, but then again neither did the ability to teleport and I had that on my 5th Birthday’s wish-list.
Friends tell me that, this is the problem with me. I expect too much from very little. Life doesn’t disappoint you, but you just get disappointed anyway. Thinking of how good things could’ve been better and bad things could’ve been great. Don’t think so much, Just go with the flow, Ask questions later and Take the plunge.
They’re right, I know they are, yet I sit here writing this while they’re out “living life”, because somehow the time never seems right and my heart never seems ready.