“You need to find the fork in the road where you split.”
A wise individual once spoke these words to me. For those that may not fully understand my old friend’s city slang, allow me to translate.
It was a time in my life where mistakes became a daily occurrence. What my friend tried to convey was I needed to find the point in my life where I went wrong. I had to begin trying to correct that and everything else. Nearly ten years went by before the cleaning process began. I knew I needed to change. Life had beaten me down at such a young age. I sure wasn’t treating myself with respect either.
There was a bright end to it, somehow. I fixed myself; cleaned up my act. Still, we could all make improvements.
Lately, I find myself back at that same point. Even though I’ve treaded miles from the person I was before, I still need repair.
I need to find the fork in the road where I split. The staggering realization hit me that I still haven’t found it. Will I ever find it? Or am I doomed to the same dreaded existence I’ve known of so many others.
This is just my busy head speaking into typed words. This is a peek into my thoughts. My insecurities scream if I let them.
Author’s Notes: This is merely my way of venting. I don’t want anyone reading to worry about me. I’m doing fine. I’ve just been having a bit of inner struggle lately and writing has always been a coping mechanism. Writing is my strongest therapeutic tool. When you are going through something, try it out. You don’t have to be a writer. Journals/diaries keep us mentally healthy at times. Your mind is just as important as your body.