Where do I go from here?
I ask myself this a lot lately. Crossroads are supposed to be just that, a road one needs to get or pass through. It should be just a part of the journey. But why does it become the highlight? And why do we, human beings, choose to get stuck here? Why is it so hard for us to choose which road to take? The earth is a scary place. Sometimes we get hurt just by merely occupying a space in this world. Life is hard and there are so many crossroads. But I guess we choose to stay in here to reasses ourselves. To give ourselves time to really feel. To help ourselves. And to heal ourselves. I do not need saving. I could save myself. I do not need pity. Pity is for the weak. I am broken, but I can lick my own wounds. Everyone deserves the time to just be. The time to feel. The time to let life just fuck you over. And finally, the time to stand up and heal. Someday I will probably look back, and tell myself that you did good. You needed that time to feel, that time to wait, and that time to cry. You will get out of it stronger and wiser. Trust me. Oh, and I love you. For now, I am choosing to be here at the crossroads. To feel and lick the wounds I sought for and brought on to myself. I deserve the time. I need this time. How long, I do not know. Someday. One day. I will move forward. But not yet.
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