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tomorrow is too late, today is too early

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Good things sometimes stem from poor motives, and whether it's our past or future, I've learned that letting go is essential, regardless of the universe. Anger can be overpowering, pushing us to become someone we're not. We don masks and erase our lives as if hitting the reset button, discarding memories as though sealing them in an ornate letter. We flee from emotions, aspiring to become unfeeling.

I recall where it all began—with countless memories and numerous regrets. Only now do I see that blaming myself for things ending was like being naively oblivious. Fleeing from the past means constantly being pursued by it. Eventually, you realize that the awaited message will never arrive, or that perhaps no one will ever love you as deeply as you love them. After a millennium and millions of memories, I’ve learned to bury some deep inside, like the dark side of the moon, recognizing that it’s healthier not to dwell on them. Sometimes breaking down these barriers teaches us the need to let go. Our choices shape who we become. I've composed countless songs, fallen in love repeatedly, and even faced judgment for it. I thought I had finally succeeded?

The answer still eludes me. All I know is that upon awakening from this chaos, I must relinquish yesterday's self to embrace the companion of tomorrow. So tonight, I resolve to be only the person I aim to be—here tomorrow, before it’s too late. Because the days ahead are mere escapes; merely missing someone isn't enough. I must repair what I've broken. This time, bravery isn’t required, nor is reckless courage. What’s needed is honesty with myself and my emotions. So, if asked, you can say, ‘He gave up on me to save himself.’ Others’ words have long drowned out my own. No, I'm not angry anymore. I was, for a long time, but now I understand the reason. I detest the thought that you might be incapable of loving me. And now, it’s time to move on.