Sometimes I think that it would just be easier to settle with this cup of loneliness instead of venturing that long journey in an attempt to find happiness only to end up with a banquet of sadness and disappointments.
My mind always concludes the debates:
I'll never be brave enough to try. I'm going to drown here all alone in this cup.
The discussion is over.
But my heart wants be brave and wild, wants to know happiness and take chances.
The truth is, I've chained my heart to an anchor of pain and heartbreaks that have infiltrated my past and I don't know how to free it.