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You truly believe in something, but does that make it true. Of course not. A memory, a past, a life you once knew. It is still only your perspective of it. You can't know everything about what went on, or what happened. You can't see behind every closed door, or the secrets hidden behind the eyes of the ones you love. You'll never know the future. Even if deep in your heart you know that is what you want it to be.



This life is all we have and what becomes of it, is all we'll ever know. You can be called wise beyond your years or immature, and unknowing, but no-one can ever change who you are. even if you pretend to be something on the outside. On the inside. You know that it is all a lie.



What do you truly believe in? A warm loving family, the sanctity of marriage, your siblings, your children. First and foremost, do you believe in yourself? If you don't believe in yourself. How can you believe in anything else? No-one can know you better than you do. You were the captain of your own past, you will be the writer of your own future, and right now, you are the only one in control of you.



Sometimes thoughts, need to be written down, before you can really appreciate them. Sometimes writing something is the only way to get things right in your own mind. It doesn't matter what other people tell you. You're the only one that knows what is going on inside your head.



This isn't something that was thought out. It wasn't planned in anyway. There was no brain storming. No predetermined, happy ending. This is life in the here and now, but where is your mind now? Are you here in the present, are you looking forward to the future, or are you stuck in the past refusing to let go of something that passed you by a long time ago?



It's funny looking at what goes through my mind sometimes. I don't know what I believe. Sometimes I do feel like I'm stuck in the past. Sometimes I can't wait for the future. Sometimes I'm stuck in the here and the now, wishing I wasn't stuck in this damned rut, unable to more forward or back. Sometimes I want something more, and other times I'm happy with what I have. Sometimes...