Toast to the ones we met when we couldn’t afford the drinks. Toast to the ones that stayed back to clean the sinks and stinks. Toast to the ones that left us on the highway, thinking our journey has ended.
Memories only resonate these thoughts in my head anytime I want to discard the past. I tend to remember that if I was in their race they’ll all wish I came last. Providence cloaked me and doused my fears. Grace left me with joyful tears.
This is not the time to parade around the usual boastfulness. It is neither a time, to point at those that wronged me. I’m as guilty as them all. I’ve wronged people too. People that meant so much to me, yet I found ways to let them down repeatedly. I stopped caring, just because I thought they turned their back on me. Maybe they did, but who am I to judge?
My sins has caught up with me and she’s exotically dressed to seduce even the most rigid monks. She came to me with a hitlist. She seduced me with the intents of a fraud. Now, I look at life like a blurry flush. These days I don’t even blush. The funny jokes are no longer funny. Even the roses are more thorny. Money for the honey.
Toast to all these facades and charades. Drink every glop of the filth, it tastes sour, doesn’t it? Now look straight to your front, what do you see? Don’t tell, but don’t ever dream less than for the very best. Just let go, flow with the tides of life. Let your passion guide you. Don’t loose sight of who you are, you know yourself better than anyone. Sometimes, sit down and counsel yourself. Be the best tutor to yourself, set your own exams and mark it yourself. Sometimes, allow yourself a chance, to be happy and alive. Love, survive, conquer, make some mistakes and corrections here and there.