Perceptions

  Worries. They plague me, follow me to the darkest corners of my consciousness. What will I do if I fail to achieve my goals?What will happen if I miscarry my objectives . Will I be strong enough to cope with reality, with the guilt that haunts me?
   Maybe its all a matter of perception. Perhaps victory should be the only option. Why have an alternative?
All my life we've made plans for the future. Plans that supposedly would lead us to a better place, but instead just dislocated us even more from what little roots we already possessed. Eventually I just lost hope on cogitating  plans, in order to spare myself the disappointment.

   Recently, something has materialized in me. Something new,fresh. A will. A craving to succeed, to grasp every single dream  I have, to stay with that special person that calms my heart. Were all broken people, imperfect and ignorant. Its how willing we are to admit our imperfections and how much we drive ourselves to correct them, that separates us from the rest.