Some days, I just want to sit home and just cry. Those are the days I stand up and fight. But fight what? What am I fighting for? Above all, what is it I'm fighting?
Maybe I am suppose to just sit home and cry for this one day, but for what? What purpose do I have for that? The more reasons I see to sit home and cry, the more I'm seeing to stand up and fight. Now I ask again 'what am I fighting for?'
Am I fighting for what's right?
Am I fighting for redemption for my past?
Am I fighting just simple laziness?
Or am I just fighting for me?
Now I ask...
Am I fighting what is right?
I ask I ask I ask I ask...
The answer remains the same. Move on, let go.
The more I understand, the more I get lost. I gave Life questions, Life gave me more questions. Life gave me answers and those answers made me rethink all the questions I had for it.
"Just when you think you have all the answers, I change the questions!" -- Roddy "Rowdy" Piper
I Live... I Love... I don't know any answers and I sure as hell have a lot of questions. I'm only 25 years old. I know for a fact there's more to come. More to endure, more to learn, more to appreciate, more to Love, more inspiration, more to inspire.
I smile as I read this because as triumphant and enlightening I tried to make it, it still has 'morbid sad Joe' written all over it. Maybe. Maybe that's just me. That's who I'm suppose to be? Maybe. But I'm just going to be....
Peace
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