It’s not too late.
Where have we come to? Where is the world headed to?
I feel as if hope slips out of our hands and drops into a black hole we are too short to reach. I feel as if it gets darker and darker and it gets harder and harder to see the others, the ones who have fought with us all along, the ones who have fought for us. Where have we all gone? Once we were all together, we were bigger, and now we are spread out, scarce, like there’s less for us. The power we held before is no longer there because we fell apart, the hope that shone through us is no longer there because our hands slipped loose. Is it true we lost our grip or is it just me that have lost focus in what I believe in? Did I get lost in the rush of day-to-day, in the “busy” life I live? Did I let selfishness take over… Did I let go of the power I once felt we created together and blame it on all of us. Did I, am I falling?
There is no time to cry tears for the time I lost, there is no excuse for the things I left undone, unsaid and ‘unlived’. There is no regret when it comes to what I have accomplished, only a wish that I had done more, that I had done better. Neither si it too late to catch back up and hop on the train. Enjoy the ride with the ones that have shared historical & emotional moments with me. Fight along, share the struggle and hold the hands of those who still stand strong in the battle. it’s never too late to spread a little love, teach the meanign of hope and most importantly perseverance. It’s never too late to remember who we are, what we’ve been through and what that has shaped us into. It’s never too late to say the things we feel are needed to be said. And it’s never too late to do what is needed to be done. It’s never too late to find yourself again, believe and hold on as if you’ve never fallen before.
