I was into literature since childhood.Reading books was an escape from the real world.Sometimes I think about those extracts from one of the poems written by Robert Frost.
It's 2:00 am and I am in mood to just write. I think sadness has a way of making me work around it. These bouts of emotion are pretty frequent just like my little struggles to keep myself pushing forward. But where am I going? This thought is so unclear. I am at a divergence trying to figure out what should I pick.I am not scared of my choices. I prefer to just go and do it.Tomorrow I should have no regrets.
I don't want to stop myself from exploring , playing , imagining and making mistakes. I own my decisions both good or bad.Taking that leap of faith is just the beginning, Post this leap you have to live those moments both good or bad.