Stuck in the moment...the minute that shit got too tough, I froze up
I was on a path whose destination was greatness until I fell off. My train was derailed and I immediately declared myself a failure. I assumed I couldn't overcome the obstacles my course had thrown at me because I was unknowingly fighting an eternal battle internally.
My unseen opponent was constantly badgering me. And harassing me. And trying to convince me that I'll only amount to nothing.
And that there was No thing that I could do to stop what she claimed was the inevitable deterioration of my soul. And that stopped me mid step, had me stuck in the moment- sinking into the pit of sand that was my own depression, but I was determined to intercept.
I had to save my soul, so I plotted partial suicide. I had to kill off the negativity so some thing inside of me had to die so that I could live. So that I could grow. So that I could go and follow the path that fate had initially set out for me.
And I could only do hat if i stopped standing in my own way, learned to seize the day so that at night my heart wouldn't be weighed down by the burdens of my yesterdays and regrets of my tomorrows.
So I stand here with my admission of guilt as the deed has been done. No regrets as the old me is dead and gone and I'm no longer stuck in the moment, I own it....
