Whimsical Conversation

Here is an excerpt from one of my many short stories, and a poem/song in the making which was inspired from this excerpt.

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Excerpt from

Unafraid

A part of me wants to venture ahead, because anything less would be cowardice, and would be treasonous to not only my heart, but to everything I believe in. Which is, of course, that everything happens for a reason, and never to give up if you’re fighting for what you want until the battle has actually been lost. That way you’ll never have to look back and wonder “What if?”
The other part of me wants to throw in the towel, cut my losses, and start to coagulate the bleeding before the wound deepens any further unnecessarily.
I’m significantly torn, and wholly afraid of any more hurt. And yet, I’m even more afraid of wondering “What if?”
What I do know is this: the possibility can sometimes turn out to be better the guarantee, and moreover, the regret of inaction is far greater than the regret of miscalculated action. Because even with miscalculation, the fact you even had the courage and took the leap will cushion the fall.

Some may say I’m a silly girl for having these feelings after little time, not knowing if my feelings are in any way reciprocated significantly enough to substantiate my own. And to them I say I am the kind that lives my life moment by moment, unafraid of refutation and defeat. I dare not base my decisions on the emotions of others; I base them off of mine alone. When I recognize something that resonates with my own heart, I pursue it. I reflect none on any hindrances, and steady my eyes towards the goal. For what other way is there to live than on purpose, and unafraid?

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The thoughts are hard to streamline

So many bouncing ‘round my head

Most times I like it that way

Because if I realized them 

I’d not smile but cry instead

Felt these feelings suddenly

With no promise of return

Took a leap, now burdened with a certain fall

Wish I had the answers to it all

Living life on purpose

Living life unafraid

Sometimes means you fall the hardest

Sometimes means you dig your own grave

But I can’t do anything 

But think of you

But I can’t see anything

But you and me

Call it reckless, call it romance

Call it anything you’d like

I just call it as I see it

And I can’t see anything

But you and me

A feeling familiar to many

Consequences temporary at best

‘Cause I’d take knowing any day

Over wondering what if

Living life on purpose

Living life unafraid

Sometimes means you fall the hardest

Sometimes means you dig your own grave

Already almost a distant memory

Feel my strength returning

Catch my breath, catch my balance

Back to living life on purpose

Back to living life unafraid

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