Who's to say I know best? Everyday is just a test.
To move or to stay. To breathe or decay. To love or abate. To rebel or obey. To commit or to stray.
Every kiss begins with K, but then you factor in fate. I lead a life of ambition, with no room for indecision. But I just don't know what's next. All I do is try my best.
I can't complain or compare, The results would be unfair. I have lots, and others little, yet life, still gets fickle.
I have little family and fewer friends, who stay until the end? I'm not worried or sad. I just wish that I had: stayed, prayed, paid, or given away.
You live and you learn. You decide and get burned, but thus is life. Everything happens for a reason. We'll see what happens next season.
Time. Time to pick. Time to choose. Time to stick. No time to lose.
Compare. Contrast. Pro vs Con.
"Decisions, decisions." I knew all along.
The first thing I've written this year that wasn't for work. Just venting the typical thought of a 20 something, "What's next?" Having more opportunities doesn't actually make it any easier. "But I digress..."