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Fearing the Unknown


Up and down, through life I go,

Soaring amongst the highs, and diving through the lows

Unsure of the elevation; if anyone ever really knows

 

All the stress and temptation,

Causes me a lack of motivation

Nevertheless, not far behind,

I’m feeling too strung out;

Like I’m losing my mind

Repeatedly questioning what this world is about

 

Finding one’s place,

Almost feels like a race

Searching until time runs out;

Meanwhile, fear of the unknown, gives me doubt

 

But as life finally unfolds,

You’re given chances to be bold

Risk it, chance it,

Or you’ll never know if you would’ve made it

 

Success comes through failure;

All a matter of trial and error

And as far as I’ve come along,

I’m happy for all of the things I’ve done wrong

 

If I never experienced wrong, how would I know what’s correct?

If life was made up too neatly, it’d be perfect without any mess 

If there was no mess, how would anyone appreciate their success?

 

It’s safe to say,

I’ve made it through a bit of mess

I hit the bottom, where there’s nothing less

And it’s safest to say,

I began to reach for nothing but the best

 

Upon this metaphoric ride of a roller coaster

I’m certain is where the thrill is bestowed

Traveling, absent of a guide of any sort

Maybe the entire world fears the unknown

It’s a waste of time awaiting the existence of some kind of “life connoisseur”   

 

I’ll continue to expand my mind,

Accomplishing the highest of highs,

And occasionally visiting the lowest of my lows,

Learning new lessons, that were somehow never shown

 

I get the most satisfaction out of making bad decisions

Because most other sources have been diminished

 

More than glad,

I will take on the task,

Of righting my own wrongs;

Life would be too dull,

Without the interruptions that come along

 

Getting through it,

Is far greater than going through it

And the feeling it brings,

Is the most rewarding

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