Acoustic Thought #3

Life is vast folks.  It's a flooded valley with a million ways to cross it.

I used to divide my life into chapters by year, then it changed to the locations I lived in.  But now?  Now I've tossed everything I've ever done up until this point in one big chapter.  My mark is so small thus far and it bothers me.  It's always touching to hear about the people I've affected, painful to revisit moments where I've done others wrong, but no matter what I've done it isn't enough.  Memories are grounded; I find comfort in the sense that they are a small collection of things I am assuredly capable of.  When I peer into the future frustration creeps up on me and a narrative of unsure thoughts ensue.  I have to constantly remind myself of what my mission is, I am the only source of my own inspiration now.  This is no longer school, no longer a place where positivity is spoon-fed to us.  Now, we're shrouded in the negative, constantly pushing against a violent wind as we leap across the valley of life.

I guess my point is simple; as I stand on the very cusp of the next chapter my hands are trembling, my eyes are shut, my lips are thinned, and all I hope is that this story will end exactly how I wished it.

Apologies for it being all over the place.

-Andrew