Plans

Wouldn’t it be great if you could plan your life one way and in the end everything happens exactly the way you’ve planned? Yes. Wait. No. It would be great, if you want a boring life. Adventures are not planned. Love is not planned. Friendships are not planned. The best things in life are not planned. Yeah, nothing goes perfectly well. Love isn’t love when there are no fights. Adventures are not adventures if you already know what’s gonna happen in the end. Try. Make a change. Take risks. You might get hurt, you might regret later. But at least you’ll know you’ve tried everything you could. Make plans, but don’t forget that they won’t go exactly the way you’ve wanted.

Alone

I woke up today and I knew something: today was the last day I would spend near the people that I love. From that moment on, I had no idea of what I was going to do or where I was going. I was scared, I was terrified. But I knew it would for the best, and all I could do was to wish that everything would be fine, that everything would work out and hope that I could find new friends without losing the old ones. I was alone and I was not ready for that to happen yet. But I would have to learn how to live without anyone by my side.

Promises

Well, not an easy word for everyone to understand completely. Some stick to their promises, some don’t. I realized after a while that I couldn’t stick to most of my promises and that all that I used to say were nothing but lies. But, come on, it’s very hard to keep up with everything you say. And it took my breath away when I realized that by lying I was hurting people. And people were hurting me. All I wanted was to be able to go back in the past and change all that. But, hey, I can’t. All you can do is try to fix it. And sometimes it’s too late for that. Too late to apologize and too late to start over. So you break. Your heart breaks. You fall. Deeper and deeper. You try to rise, but the memories pull you back to the ground. You are ready to give up. And that’s when the hearts you broke pull you up. The people with the broken hearts pull you up. People forgive, people change. That’s something you shouldn’t forget.

The Writer

It would be a lot easier if each one had a writer to write the words we say. A writer that knew what was gonna happen. A writer that could give you a happy ending. A writer that could give you what you’ve always wanted in the blink of an eye. It would be a lot easier if we didn’t have emotions. A lot easier and less hurtful. But, hey, there is no such thing. Life is hard and there are no manuals to teach you what to do when something unknown comes up. YOU are the writer of your own life and only you can write the words that you say. Only you can give yourself a happy ending.