Mistaking my kindness for weakness

The end of a short era; small victories count for something, and made magicks out of air. All the things I learned and the stuff I was able to do in small span of time. Some things just keep rolling for the betterment of the soul. To permeate and grow, to proliferate, to expand into new horizons, and, best of all, to endure; all the hardships, the sacrifices, the necessary growth needed to become whole again.

We move on. We always move on. We move along according to the ebb and flow. The cycle of change, regardless of how we went about it. Small victories from big failures. One step backwards, ten steps forward. Now we equip these learnings and feel better for the morrow. I will one day look back with pride; to get away from the accumulating toxicity and into something fresh, a new venture, a business, some project. Never look back to sadness and anger, and to never fear the unknown again.

Steal the dreams of the admirable, and we too will be admired. Steal the show. Take what you can. Take what is best, and, ultimately, love like you have never been loved before. The cycle endures, and the cycle will endure, and will continue to endure. Keep the fire in your soul well lit, and strike hard and true; strike whilst the iron is hot.