Moving On

It’s a weird feeling to stand on that field.
To absorb it all in while thinking,
“this is the last time I’m here.”

I can’t describe the emotion of feeling empty inside.
Because it’s weird having my memories rush back to me alongside.

In fact, that moment wasn’t anything big or small.
It was more of a solemn realization that I had done it all.
It was an incomplete satisfaction of persevering through.
Of becoming soething strong
In this arduous journey I put myself through.

But of course I was sad to not have won it all,
To be unlucky in this world where fate rules alls.

Yet somewhere along the lines I’ve accepted what it means,
To be living in this world of possibilities.

In fact, I’m motivated; hungrier than I’ve ever been.
I want to continue to persevere,
Just this time to win.

And now I find solace in knowing that I’ll be fine.
That despite falling short,
Those memories were my prize.

So to more journeys in the future,
I raise my glass.
Let’s go make more memories to last :)