The present is a funny thing. It never seems like the best. As if there is always something better just beyond the horizon. Some point that will define your entire life in a fraction of seconds. When you achieve true happiness. And in that moment the true image of yourself is portrayed with no obstacles, judgment or prejudices. You are only you and it's perfect.
I'm beginning to wondering how long to wait. Should I finally decide that the best is behind me? Or be patient til death only to be buried in a tomb reading "I waiting but you never came.*" I think I have no choice but to wait. Still lately, I've been thinking more and more about days past.
Someone once told me any day above ground is a good day.
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