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Beyond The Horizon

They never say, the early worm is caught by the bird. Why! Is it because man in his nature, has been programmed to be optimistic? I tend to think optimism is Godly, if not spiritual. Remember, faith; being the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.

So, I wake up one beautiful morning. A morning bright with sunshine and glows in the sky. I go against mother nature. I take a very cold bath. Yeah! I went against mother nature. For a man, taking a cold bath on such a fine morning. Totally against mother nature.

I decide to walk. Walk away. Pack all my stuff and walk towards the horizon. My fears, my feelings. My anger, my attitude. My pride, my ego. Ahead and across the sea is the place I want to be. Just a little bit beyond the horizon. The place of respite, lasting quiet and lacking despite.

As the wind blows, I feel all my tears being wiped away. Am I less of a man? Men also shed a tear or two, right! But who cares.

All good things come to an end. An angel sent from above she was. One person I truly loved. The one that could bring out the smile in me. My heart and soul. Filled me with joy and made me whole.

Still, she left. Left me for the other guy. The other older guy. The oldest of them all. She said he was more of a father figure. She said he was more stable, emotionally and more stable financially. She called what we had, what I thought we had, nothing but a total waste of her precious time.

My best dream had become my worst nightmare. My days long and my nights cold. Shared hopes, memories, joy and pain, finished and forgotten. She turned around and said nothing was meant. Took my love away and ripped my heart out too.

All I'm dreaming of now, is some magical rose garden over the horizon. I'm holding onto the hope, the belief, the conviction of a better life, a better world, beyond the horizon.

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