Zeit Heilt Alle Wunden

Some days I wake up and wish that the day ends quickly so that we can move on to the day next. There's always a little positivity in me that says there's got to be something better in store for me as time pass by. But most of the time I think about it over and over again, I think about it day and night and the truth is, I have not moved on yet.

Some days I wake up and feel that I've run out of 'next time'.  My sky is colourful with the many things I have in mind for the future, my hopes and dreams and fears. But I've not reached the colours I see in my sky, for some reason. The saddest thing when things don't turn out like you hope for is to realize that you've not tried enough. Nothing is enough because that's what it's meant to be, I got to learn that again. My wings are clipped. 

The truth is, I think about it over and over again and I have not moved on yet. I don't even know why I keep dwelling on it. Everything comes back to Fate, but half of me lost faith that it exists because sometimes it's unfair that some people get what others don't. Everything happens for a reason, right from where it started. But I still  have a hard time accepting that. And in the end, I've only got myself to blame even for the littlest things. 

Zeit heilt alle wunden? That's not always true.