Perseverance

My little abandoned space. A lil forgotten, even. Until recently, when a friend pointed out that I’ve been silent.
Indeed. By choice.
Perhaps, because I no longer want to share my life.
Perhaps, I would like to keep my life as private as I could.
Perhaps, I was really busy.
Perhaps, because I do not know where to begin writing with so much took place in recent months.
Perhaps, all the above were nothing but lame excuses…
I have not logged on for so long, that I had to pause a moment, to think of the password.

I really have thought of giving up this space.
Until I read my own previous posts, and reminiscence all the memories they bring, both good and bad..

Much happened. To both myself, and the people around me.
People coming..and leaving…
People getting together, and growing apart…
Of choices, of sacrifices.
In which to some questions, there will never be answers. For we could only choose the path which we deem best for us, walk the path, and never look back to ask ‘What if I had taken the other path?”
That, is life.

Yet, how many of us could truly move on, without having a glance back? Without ever asking, what if I didn’t do this?
When things get tough, and we find ourselves traveling down the road less taken, do we ever find ourselves asking if it’s really worth it?

When I was younger, my grandmother once said that I would grow up, a stubborn child.
I wasn’t too bothered about it then, but, at this time of my life, I’d prolly agree with her. Though I’d prefer to call it perseverance.
Unfortunately, at times, this could be a double edge sword…
Is it worth persevering for when despite all that has been said, things are getting worse than ever?
Does perseverance loses its meaning, when, at the end of it all, it’s all about self-interest?
Is it really admirable perseverance, or pure idiotic, to hold onto an abandoned, sinking ship?
Is it not a case of chasing an ideal which, really, is nothing but a phantom?

Ultimately, it boils down to choices.
And I’m thankful, that I still have a choice.
A friend of mine once asked, if choices could, at any point of time, be a bad thing…especially when one could not afford to make the wrong choice..
To me, at least we had the opportunity to make the right choice. And even if it’s the wrong one, it wasn’t because we were out of options, and it wasn’t out of desperation.
And that, made all the difference.

Conclusion: Most of us have sight, yet, how many of us have vision? I couldn’t be sure if I’m walking the right path, I couldn’t be sure if I chose the right option. But, I take consolation that I could be sure that I had a vision, and still do.
And..I still have a choice…