Of Course It All Died
I stand at fates door not sure when it will open, the cold air continues to thrash at my face as if its telling me to go away but I continue to wait for my moment to arise for this cold numb feeling. My hand on the door nob, its trembling, like someone is trying to open it, and it shakes and rattles and I hang on…This is my moment.
Its like that saying, when the say ‘never give up’ and you know I never ever contemplated about giving up my dreams because this is what I was brought on this earth to do, to simply became great in all matters I par-take in. I have big dreams, big dreams for a small town boy, who simply never managed to fit in because of those dreams, that made me feel on a higher ground. As if people wouldn’t understand, they get jealous or assume I am talking out of my ass.
The most dangerous people in this world, are the ones who have lost the most valuable things, and you couldn’t possibly take anything else away. The ones who have heart in themselves, and leave no sympathy for the ones left behind. That is just the beginning of how everything will go down in my life and its how its currently going down as I type this out tonight.
I like to stand at fates door cause the truth is, I don’t know when it will open, the trembling and the shaking of the handle has been happening for a while but when exactly will that door open and my true fate will shine bright? Or will it seep through to give me a taste of things to come.
Three or four years ago, I wouldn’t be able to keep this attitude of myself, I would have gave in to peoples insults or feelings but unfortunately, that’s all dead now. I have dreams to live up to, not just for myself but for other people. I promised myself to live on their dreams through me and show them that not only will I do it for me but I will do it for them because that chance was ripped away and I am standing here a lone solder ready to fight the biggest monster named ‘the critics’ and I continue to fight such monster and every time, I am left motivated to absolute bone.
The handle shakes ever so slightly, so only my hand can feel it, and fates door just rests on its hinges…ready to creek open. Its just the cold wind and its just the gray sky but this is my battle and this is my life and I will hold on, I will hold on.
Come fight me on this, come tell me I cant do it, tell me you hate me and tell me I will amount to nothing cause all that motivates me. All that is my fuel, its my energy, its simply gonna make me prove you wrong.
