In the end it doesn’t even matter
This is the chorus of a Linkin’ Park song.
The end justifies the means. Time heals all wounds.
It happened that a friend’s small dream came through recently. I had worked on several initiatives within the same space in the past without results.
I made a resolution that I’d never get involved. Somehow I got involved. The new project is one I’m facing with caution.
Caution of parading passion. Caution of believing that people will buy the idea or do ask expected.
I realised today, that a good ending will make me forget the arduous present and painful past.
This friend got recognition and it was well deserved.
Maybe I worry too much. Maybe I’m impatient. Maybe I’ve been drawn to people’s success in a way that created urgency.
Maybe. Maybe not.
I feel like getting back all those years of murmur, whining and complaints.
I fell like starting afresh. Like being grateful when there’s no reason to. To be deliberately refuse to give up.