A Dark Hour
Do old characteristics of a former self ever completely leave, or do they become veiled by complexions of continuous growth? I had a moment today, a moment that I regret: I had realized that I had made an error, one that couldn't be undone. Finally, all of the pressure of the water had broken the dam and unleashed a flood or perhaps a simple surge. After weeks upon weeks of doing what I do so well, imprisoning my voice, I finally couldn't do so no longer. No worries to anyone who may read this; what I speak of is not of most importance. It is just something I have to deal with one way or the other. I feel horrible for becoming so low in character, but no one should forget why they fail. Sometimes, I think we are all tested in our own way, and each of us has a breaking point. But, hopefully, one day I will learn to learn from my mistakes. Hopefully, one day, I will find the courage to do what is necessary.