I never really thought so deeply of ironies. Why no mention of coincidence? Because after 21 years of living, I realized that there is no such thing as coincidence, just fate. Passion for reasoning is the prettiest thing ever, fuck. I’ve been in dark places way too much throughout my life, always finding destructive ways to enlighten me and my mind (it's hard work, its complex).. to give me a sense of false reality. Admitting reason and holding onto some kind of faith sometimes get tough on days, and so that’s why I acknowledge my good and bad days now, instead of repeatedly throwing myself on shards of glass if I find failure. The latter has always resulted in either me picking those pieces of glass or I let my bloody body consume it. My (then) obsession with perfection must’ve had its connotation. Be it past mistakes, haunting memories, toxic people, whatever it is, I live with it, so I acknowledge that. I'm not sorry; I don't hit myself up, I don't hurt anyone anymore or me, most importantly, for screwing shit up. Now I acknowledge and am accepting.. but let me tell you that I'm scared shitless. Good god, have mercy upon us. We’re breathing Your air, we’re here, we’re doing this. I love You and thank You.
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