Okay

I'm trying to say I'm doing all right. And perhaps I shall be, eventually. The faith of a mustard seed. The courage to let go. The trust to step from your comfort and into an ocean of worlds you don't even know. Maybe I'll be holding on all right.

I still feel like I'm falling off my feet. I just don't want the past year of my life replaying, I don't want to go through it all again. Those years you've lived through so quickly, never once thinking twice, can never be replaced once they're gone. And I'm still realizing that every waking moment and every second I'm alive. When you're dealt with the spontaneity of life, these arbitrary things that trascend any understanding, it makes me think I'm not cut out to get through this all. One day, you've got a hold on reality and the next, you realize you can't wake up from this nightmare.. because it's life. And sometimes, we're just so torn up on the inside that it's hard to even stand. But I'm holding on, one way or another. Being weak ain't going to help the healing. Because pain doesn't just disappear, but it doesn't just stay in one place either. We'll see which way it goes.

I don't wanna spend my whole life asking,

"What if I had given everything,

instead of going through the motions?"

-The Motions, Matthew West