Dear Someone From The Broken Road
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Sometimes there are paths we don’t want to take, but we have to walk on. Paths not far from stories worth retelling but fading with time like tones in an ageing photograph, dulling throughout the years. No matter how far-fetched, no matter how surreal, these paths were never meant to be remembered. They were never meant to leave traces but they did.
The walk has been long, and I knew but I didn’t understand why I had to take the same road with you. Sometimes, I cannot find your shadow, for all the lights are out. Sometimes, I cannot find my place to stand… I cannot find my place to rest, for you’re moving much too fast. You sway left and right, I nearly stumbled down as I was following your lead. Is it just me hanging on for nothing, or is it you trying to brush everything away?
I saw this pursuit coming through, and I always knew there would be a day to stop. Running after you I fall, for your steps are uneven. But there are those little steps, those little moments, where I remember to be thankful for what I have. They maybe small steps, but I feel—to a certain extent—pieces of me which I have lost in the dark because I can’t see where I was going are coming back again. I just wish the pace to speed up and these pieces to come back a little faster, because there is still so much left I want to do. I think about all I assumed was wrong, things like asking myself if I was heading to the right path, or if I would take a detour. But then I realized, without it, I wouldn’t have known you.
Each step I make leads me to where I am supposed to be, and I thank God for everything I’ve been through all my life. It was a real struggle and somehow, I got lost along the way; but nevertheless, I kept pushing through—thankful for those that broke my heart and happy that things didn’t work out. These sweet steps all led me straight to Him, which all my heart is about. My deepest sadness came from those days of regret… those nights of tears, but they are nothing compared to the thought of losing Him—that is my greatest fear. As I look back, I realized that I have nothing to be sorry about. It was a wonderful walk. Those were the times that I am happy, times that I am full of hope. Though I am completely surprised by its sudden turn, I am glad it came about. Along with it, I have found out that journeys should not always be on leveled ground.
Rough and rocky roads have strengthened my feeble knees, and now I know, whenever I come across a broken road again, I’ll be stronger.
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