I was feeling good about stuff. Felt that I was making some kind of progress. Then I find myself regressing. Why is it so hard to move on? Why does everything around seem to bring the memories of better times flooding back to assail my senses and throw me right back into the place that could never be? Life’s too complicated – or do we complicate it for ourselves?
Do we hurt the ones we love the most without even meaning to? Do we hurt because we still care? Will the pain never ease? Will the day come when bright sunshine greets us every morning, and wonderful moonlight dance to our tunes?
Suddenly one day, I get the feeling that everything is ok, and then without warning something rattles that illusion and it’s back to ground reality.
I think I unnecessarily complicate things without meaning to. For some strange reason, I end up being victimized without really wanting that attention. I don’t know anymore. I’m just a human being. Don’t all of us humans face this daily battle of trying to figure ourselves out?