Thoughts for today....
Do you ever wake up and think that you might have made some horrible life decisions? I have those days all the time...
Today, I saw pictures of one of my ex-girlfriends recent wedding... For a long time, I thought I was going to marry her. She looked absolutely stunning. She looked so happy and full of life. I honestly can say that I dont think Ive ever seen her look better. Guess what they say about girls looking their best on the day of their wedding is kinda true. Regardless, I sat back and wondered how things would have been different if it were I marry her and not whatever his name is. Could I have been happy? Of course. Would it be different? My life would have taken a different road. I already miss her friendship, even though we hardly ever talk anymore anyways... but I know I will still miss her.
But that wasn't the path God had in store for me, and I know that He has greater plans for me than I could ever imagine.
I wish her all the best in life.
Here is to the rest of mine.
I have decided to repost a poem that I wrote for her on my writing journal (onedia) in laue of my thoughts today.
February.
The farmer heeds his crop
until it is harvest time.
Sitting back in his chair,
He waits.
The weatherman predicts the cycles of the rain.
He is right.
He is wrong.
I'm letting the harvest grow,
until it is the right time.
I'm sitting on my hands,
I wait.
I predict I'll see the sunshine again.
I was right.
I was wrong.
It's not my time yet to move along,
I've got other fish to fry,
It's a less familiar song.
Your time is coming soon,
It's a new moon.
You've always seemed to be ready,
thats one thing I've known, you're quite steady.
I sit on the porch and watch the crop grow.
You say goodbye, for it's now your time to go.
I shed a tear or two and wish you farewell,
as you walk away, my heart becomes empty, no stories left to tell.
I've been wrong about the weather,
and my timings been off a tick.
I can only now wonder,
if I am off kilter if but only a click.
I want to run after you,
and kiss you one more time.
If but for one last moment,
I could remember you by.
But then the crops are calling out to me,
"It's not your time.
Your harvest is coming,
We promise it will make more sense, more reason, more rhythm."
I wish you all the best in life,
for that's the least I can do.
Lost without you with me,
I'll just sit alone and think, maybe about you too.
One day the rain will come,
and the crop will be ready for the pluck.
I'll just wait here until that day,
well, I have to now, for it looks like I'm stuck.
But Honey if that season proves only to last a winter,
you know I'll be here, sitting right in the center.
And Dearest I want you to forever recall,
that I've always loved you like I've loved no others at all.
So until then darling, if ever, I'll be here then,
well only until it's time for my harvest to begin.
Today, I saw pictures of one of my ex-girlfriends recent wedding... For a long time, I thought I was going to marry her. She looked absolutely stunning. She looked so happy and full of life. I honestly can say that I dont think Ive ever seen her look better. Guess what they say about girls looking their best on the day of their wedding is kinda true. Regardless, I sat back and wondered how things would have been different if it were I marry her and not whatever his name is. Could I have been happy? Of course. Would it be different? My life would have taken a different road. I already miss her friendship, even though we hardly ever talk anymore anyways... but I know I will still miss her.
But that wasn't the path God had in store for me, and I know that He has greater plans for me than I could ever imagine.
I wish her all the best in life.
Here is to the rest of mine.
I have decided to repost a poem that I wrote for her on my writing journal (onedia) in laue of my thoughts today.
February.
The farmer heeds his crop
until it is harvest time.
Sitting back in his chair,
He waits.
The weatherman predicts the cycles of the rain.
He is right.
He is wrong.
I'm letting the harvest grow,
until it is the right time.
I'm sitting on my hands,
I wait.
I predict I'll see the sunshine again.
I was right.
I was wrong.
It's not my time yet to move along,
I've got other fish to fry,
It's a less familiar song.
Your time is coming soon,
It's a new moon.
You've always seemed to be ready,
thats one thing I've known, you're quite steady.
I sit on the porch and watch the crop grow.
You say goodbye, for it's now your time to go.
I shed a tear or two and wish you farewell,
as you walk away, my heart becomes empty, no stories left to tell.
I've been wrong about the weather,
and my timings been off a tick.
I can only now wonder,
if I am off kilter if but only a click.
I want to run after you,
and kiss you one more time.
If but for one last moment,
I could remember you by.
But then the crops are calling out to me,
"It's not your time.
Your harvest is coming,
We promise it will make more sense, more reason, more rhythm."
I wish you all the best in life,
for that's the least I can do.
Lost without you with me,
I'll just sit alone and think, maybe about you too.
One day the rain will come,
and the crop will be ready for the pluck.
I'll just wait here until that day,
well, I have to now, for it looks like I'm stuck.
But Honey if that season proves only to last a winter,
you know I'll be here, sitting right in the center.
And Dearest I want you to forever recall,
that I've always loved you like I've loved no others at all.
So until then darling, if ever, I'll be here then,
well only until it's time for my harvest to begin.