What If?

What if? what if I did this instead of that? What if I told him I loved him when I had the chance? Would things be different? Would I be different?

Life has so many questions and no answers. We may think we have answers but in all reality we don"t. We have answers we make up in our head, but none that are real. My favorite question is what if? What if dot. dot. dot. Everyone has their own words to fill in. I think we're supposed to wonder, wonder about that boy who got away, wonder about words we didn't say when we should have, wonder if maybe I should have just laughed. Questions keep the past alive, but also haunt the present and taunt the future. If we constantly ask whats going to happen, we're going to miss what's going on right now. Sometimes questions help clear a situation, other times they confuse it more. At the end of the day , when I'm going over the events that happened I start as asking myself what if. dot. dot. dot. 

Then I realize that my question, is just that. A question. Then another thought occurs, what if I just let go? What if I let the past, stay the past. Lessons learned, lived, and done. Let the future stay a mystery. An unmapped part of my life that only I can reveal. Let the present stay my priority. What if is a powerful statement, but what if, I let it stay a statement. And go on living my life. No questions asked .

SimIply Beautiful.

I've come to think that everything has its own timing, and in that timing there's a reason and 

 meaning. Special moments happen at the time you need them the most, the exact moment your going to appreciate it most. I think that's the same for the bad moments also. The bad moments happen at the time you need to break. When you can't bear to keep it in and your soul just lets go. That moment you break and scatter into a million different pieces. Your dam finally breaks and the water comes rushing out, the water flows freely to where ever it wants. Whenever that happens to me, I stand there and look in aw at how beautiful the water looks glistening in the sun. Or how the moon looks on the slowly stilling water. I think the bad moments in life, the moments that make you explode are some of the most crucial moments. They make you who you are, and show the beautiful moments more clearly. Don't get me wrong, good moments shape you too, but there's just something about the calmness after the storm, that makes all of the storms bearable. A girl once said that something had a lot of spots, and tears but was still simply beautiful. Those bad moments, the tears and brown spots, along with the great moments and all the other moments in between, make our lives just that. Simply beautiful.