Every day, finding beauty in the usually non-beautiful.
Every day, setting out to be a better person than the day before.
Fighting my way to the top from the ground floor,
Dealing with the never ending urge to want more.
I've told myself so many times, so so many times,
The best part has yet to come, but still,
I live happily in the past, just as if,
The best has already came and went.
And I'm just trying to replicate it.
But hearts get worse, minds get better.
Minds grow colder and hearts grow darker.
Our emotions are like a rollercoaster,
They always take a plunge during the ascent.
We sometimes mistake that for weakness.
Oh, how foolish we can be at times.
Oh no, how the mighty mock the weak, etc, etc.
Sometimes, I find myself subconsciously vise-gripping the handle to the last door that made me feel something real when I walked through it.
It's okay; let it be, I'll let go when I'm ready.