What cruel things are dreams, showing us all we ever wanted only to be taken away all too soon. Laying in bed, suddenly empty, falling asleep again just to escape back into that perfect world. In the end, all good things will disappear.
We stumble and fall, then we get back up. It’s how we learn, to avoid the pain, the mistakes of our past. Then there are times where you repeat it, and you fear that you can’t control yourself…constantly tumbling down, over the same mistake, the same person. Then you just find yourself, broken and on the floor, not knowing if you can get yourself back up again.
Hope is such a powerful and dangerous thing. Sometimes I wonder why I go on ahead, taking the uneasy bridge, unsure of whether I’ll be safe or condemned to destruction. Then I am reminded of what lies on the other side, and I risk my sanity for the wondrous possibility. I won’t allow fear to rob me of that possibility, to lose hope. I’ll keep on traveling the dangerous path.