Uncharted
If one day my words ever reach you, perhaps – just perhaps – my fate will be sealed. I know we lack the courage to face reality, choosing instead to constantly deceive ourselves with empty, lonely thoughts. I have reached the summit, only to find a void at my feet. It is an abyss where I can see my fears – the things I left behind, things I am not proud of. I could stop and pretend none of it ever happened, but that just brings us back to the beginning; it is nothing more than another way of lying to yourself. It is madness to even think we can separate reality from what we imagine.
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The world is full of artists who don’t know they are, of people frustrated by life who fail to realize they have lived and enjoyed more than most, or of simple mortals striving for self-improvement without understanding that the answer lies within the depth of that very desire. We believe we have questions without answers. Doubt and uncertainty walk hand in hand, just like our thoughts and reality – a reality we refuse to alter out of fear of the unknown, of that uncharted territory that could either take us far or make us fall. My abyss is filled with memories of you; they trap me at times, yet I cannot let them go. I don’t live in them; I only try to look at them with nostalgia – for myself, for who I am now, and for who I will never be.
~N
