Threshold

Whether to come clean or hold my tongue

As I stand between the two worlds – the one I live and the one I could live – I sum up which one is more rewarding, which one will work? I don’t know where I stand anymore. I feel I have distanced myself from the possible life to long that it is no longer achievable.

Who will I hurt on either side? Hurt is inevitable. As much as I regret this sad reality; I know it is true. Does happiness exist anymore? Is this the stage of life everyone must endure: the pursuit of happiness?

“If I Fall If I Die Know I Lived It To The Fullest

If I Fall If I Die Know I Lived And Missed Some Bullets

I’m On The Pursuit Of Happiness And I Know
Everything That Shines Ain’t Always Gonna Be Gold

I’ll Be Fine Once I Get It; I’ll Be Good”
- Kid Cudi

So I know it’s not going to be easy and it will be risky. Either way it will be worth it.

For now I sit, on the threshold, awaiting a light breeze that may sway my weight either way. I don’t have control of my future now. My future I leave in the hands of fate.