Life, almost always... NEVER work out the way you would want it to. More often than not, failure is an abundance and success... well success is subjective but often enough feels out of reach. And each step made, gain you closer to the bottom than the top. And when you hit rock bottom... it is the worst feeling. EVER. It doesn't help that people around you just keep moving forward and you feel like you're being left behind. You keep asking yourself what you've done wrong to end up in a winding path that you never knew you took until you're there. There, exactly where you don't want to be. Where in a million years would never imagine to be. And somehow knowing that things don't always work out the way you would want to is not comforting. Seeing that everyone else's life seems to be panning out well. You ask yourself over and over What you did wrong that they did right. You beat yourself up for an elusive answer and laugh it off for today. Only to see yourself do it all over again the next day.

And you keep on threading on because you've convinced yourself that honesty is not always the best policy. You want to keep telling yourself that you're okay because in that pretty lil head of yours you think that if you say it often enough... eventually you will believe it. You give yourself every possible reason to every bad thing that has happened to your life to justify the outcome. To make sense of it all. Then that one faithful day you realize - nothing makes sense. You attempt a do over but at this point, you've already made quite a race track you no longer see where the starting line and the finish line is.

You carry on anyways. You carry on, optimistic you're going to get where you need/meant to be in no time. But you don't. You've trapped yourself in your own maze simply because you didn't take the time to see where you need to begin. Then you break. You need to. Because if you don't break, you wouldn't know how to pick up the pieces and start again.