OLD PATHS. Lately I found myself stepping on some of the old paths I've tried so hard to stay off of these last few years. It's funny how one little thing can drag you straight back on it. If the positive changes are noticeable it's a good thing, but in my case, nothing much has really changed.
So, how strange is it for me to love every single step of this once already traveled road? It feels like all of the bad obsticles that were once there, suddenly wanished. If something feels right, than it probably is, right? I should just go with the flow and see about it. It's all happening for a reason. What a cliché.
But seriously, do we learn a lesson everytime we fail at something? I'm having a bad feeling it isn't so. Why else would you go down one road that was once bad for you? I'm guessing it's hope. One of my favourite sayings comes from Sex and the city episodes and it keeps ringing in my head: "Is hope a drug we need to get off of, or is it keeping us alive?"
I still haven't found the right anwser to this question, and I probably never will, but I guess it's for the best. One thing's for sure, hope is definitely keeping me alive, but at the same time I have to be careful not to "overdose". The balance is always questionable.
Oh well, C'EST LA VIE!