After that momentary lapse of judgment, I waited for an answer. Then, I wondered. Those moments of pure and unadulterated joy...they were never meant to be anything but fleeting, were they? Then when the next one comes along, it seems that much sweeter.
And when time just saunters by, when everything seems black and austere, it toughens you up. Life isn't full of sunshine, ponies and rainbows. It's rough. I believe that every bitter experience leaves a mark on a person. The longer the moment, the deeper the cut.
I used to be that some people who think there's a place where we go after we die. I'd love to believe so. I'd love to die hoping that we can meet again some other place, some other time, where you will forgive me and we will embrace and live happily together. I want so desperately to believe it. But I know that what awaits me is nothing more, and nothing less, than oblivion.
At the end of the day, I'm going to have a scarred soul to show for it. A soul that represents lessons learned and a life fully lived. Now, I appreciate life more than ever. I find beauty everyday, because of what I've been through. I see the sun, the trees- even the haze - and I'm just glad that I'm here to experience it.
Time heals all wounds, right? But it also causes them.