I know that a part of me will always be gone. Pieces that were once intact aren’t pieced the same anymore. And that’s okay. That’s life. With every experience we have, there’s always going to be pieces that get chipped, tweaked, broken and gone. But then somehow, we get put back together. The pieces get fit into other ways like a Tetris game that goes on forever. Yeah, they fall down and stack, but after a little bit of patience and thought, they get put into places that makes sense. That fits.
I’m sitting here on my couch with a minor headache. Staring at a computer screen all day can definitely do that. And not eating breakfast. I hear the powerful crying winds outside. Depending on one’s mood, it can sound pretty scary. But it doesn’t to me. It’s just nature doing it’s thing.
Sometimes the wind will blow through you; forcing you to one side. It’s a literal sign to just let go and go where it takes you. Or, you could go against it with all your might. There’s a chance you can’t get to the other side anyway and you’ll just be forced back to where you were. But maybe your strength can push through and you’re on the side you actually want to be on. Your choice. It always is.