Is It Worth It?

I don't know if it will be worth it to write down every single thing I remember from that night; probably not. I know it's not worth it to focus on the negative or spend any time dwelling or looking at the rear-view mirror. I feel strong somehow. I feel okay. I know that it wasn't the first and it probably won't be the last time I will be disappointed by people's actions. It's human nature to make mistakes and perhaps even to take advantage of others. I will think of this as an end. It's not the particular action, per se, but what it represents what can break you or build you. I choose to turn this negative into a positive: a breaking point... a before and after. It was just the tar that paved the way to a wonderful place where I will stand up smiling. I am still me, I haven't changed. I've learned. I know I made a mistake and I can be accountable for it. I know there is always a consequence to every action that we do. I know that once you jump off the building, there is nothing but free fall... no way out, no turning back, no way to hold on, or pause, or even look up. There is nothing but a solid surface waiting for us to hit... and a little bit of time, that's about it. But... in another aspect of my life, I'm at the top of the building right now. I have time to think and make a choice, well, I think I've made mine. Although I want to fly, I'm not going to jump. I like my freedom. This is nothing but a day... nothing but an experience. I chose to take the lesson and run away with just that. It is not worth capturing in writing a sad moment, a difficult moment, an embarrassing moment, a painful moment... to go back and read it and just suffer ? No. I will write down and capture this, what I've learned... and what kept me going. I still have time and strength... and many other things that can't ever be taken away from me.