So another 365 days just whizzed pass. It's really too quick for comfort. All around me, people celebrate. But inside, I feel like crap. This year, I'd have officially lived a quarter of a century but I don't think I've grown up. Then again it's quite vague, what growing up really mean. I'm still trying to get a hold of my life, taking control of relationships only to realise there're so many things that are beyond my control. I guess it's something God has been trying to teach me. But I'm always rushing into a brick wall and getting myself hurt after that. And worse, hurting others too. Brings to mind a song I've heard many years back:
It really is a miracle that I have come this far.
Without a hope without a prayer without a guiding star.
In spite of my nativity and many dreams betrayed,
I know I would not be here now but for Mistakes I Made
So many times I've tried to change things out of my control.
The jealousy and all the rage that swallowed me up whole.
The years that I spent loving those who did not feel the same.
The times I didn't trust myself with only me to blame.
These things have taught me what is real
How to laugh how to cry how to love without regret and
when to say hello..or goodbye
I know whatever comes my way my dues have all been paid.
For you would not be in my life,
but for Mistakes I Made
But for Mistakes I Made
Who knows who I would be
Some other heart some other soul
Some other destiny
But for the times I took a wrong turn unafraid
I might have missed it all
But for Mistakes I Made
Happy new year.
