the beginning of the end is the beginning

Was hit by a wave of sadness looking back on days when everything was simple and untainted by real life complexities. The better days when dark thoughts were far off, decisions-to-be a mere speck away in the distance, when feelings flowed freely, unrestrained by practicality.

Yet, here i am, taking off my rose tinted glasses and facing life in the face. Waking up one day and realising that things arent how they were, 24 hours ago, 24 minutes ago, or 24 seconds ago. Perhaps for the better, perhaps not. Its like an eternal metamorphosis. Like how you watch a puppy grow into a dog. You want the perfectly chubby cuteness of him to stay that way forever, but time only evolves him into a full grown dog. And theres nothing u can bloody do about it.

Life is not what I thought it was
Twenty four hours ago

Still I'm singing Spirit take me up in arms with You
And I'm not who I thought I was twenty four hours ago

- 24 by Switchfoot-

What does one do? To make it and protect yourself in the brash world, there is nothing else to be done, but rise up, wise up, cut ties from attachments and do the practical. Shall i go? This time, it would not be for the wrong reasons.

Ive lived life putting my best-est emotions in things i do. Perhaps its time to wisen up and count my pebbles before i throw them.