The saddest people I have ever met in life are the ones who don't care deeply about anything at all. Who let things happen simply because they say "Life happens" or "Things happen for a reason". People who didn't fight for anything that should have, could have, and would have mattered. That's the kind of person I don't ever want to become but sadly am becoming.
I try to avoid thinking about what could have been if I stayed. If I was the kind of person who did fight. Maybe then, I wouldn't be here right now typing these words and belittling myself - "well Faith, life happens".
But then there's this feeling of hope that seems to be so good in finding its way to us, in our minds. A little of it keeps telling me to just keep going, go after the things that do matter in this very moment because things will fall in the right place, at the right time - God knows when. Time alone waits for no one and though I've wasted so much of it, through all that, I learned to be patient. I learned that things don't change overnight. They don't even change in days, weeks, and sometimes months from now, but they do, eventually.
It's the willingness to be patient and the courage to never give up.
