This may be a mistake
“I may be making a bad decision. I may be doing it all wrong. I may regret everything. But all I know is I’ll keep on moving on.” This is my drama for the week. A realization that sometimes-in life, we have to make difficult decisions. It’s not making a choice that’s difficult. The hard part is actually living the decision. The “make it happen”. The no look back…
I ask a lot of advices, tips and even comments from others mainly because I can’t trust myself. I, as a person, have a lot of ideals. I usually fight the devils within me. You might relate them as the mind and soul, the beauty and the beast, the heart and head, and so on. However, the point here is that they are real and they are inside of me.
It’s hard to think straight especially when your heart tells you different things while the brain buckles the heart, not allowing it to jump off the cliff. And at this crucial point of my life, a comparison to a roller coaster is an understatement. This is not just a ride. This is a tragedy.
(To the special one) I remembered telling your friends to allow you to go through the process. I suggested that instead of running. I preferred that you try to face it on your own - to figure out things by yourself. The reason for these actions of mine was not actually selfish. It was never to my intent to hold you back. Instead, I was actually afraid of myself - afraid that the idealistic Dave may show, the unforgiving one, the brain over matters, the Dave who is final. I thought at that time, “I couldn’t allow that to happen.” I don’t want to become such a person just because of your actions… But it soon became too late. I have given too much thought. I concentrated on the hurt enough, focused on logic…
I am now full of conviction. Unfortunately (or perhaps fortunately), that kind of Dave is what’s presently in me. I will live to this decision. This may be a mistake but the lessons are undeniably important. This will be my ground for takeoff.
Here goes for a not so certain future. Cheers Dave!
These past few days have been tormenting me. And Yes, I never expected everything to end this way. It’s sad but I have to move on, pack my bags and face a new tomorrow, a new dawn, a new day. I plan to write this as a memo of how this major event will change the whole of me for the rest of my life.