Middle life

I find myself looking back at the promises I made myself, the ones that Helped me through the first half of my life. I find though, some are impossible to keep to myself. However, they are so much apart of me, that I can't let go. But I must. They are a waight around me that intraps. Pulls me down into depression. My justification to my hormones.
With there lure of hoplesness.
The dreams were only there to help for the moment. I am not who i was. I am who i am becoming. I am in the second half of mortality.
On my way to the one who's promises are always true.
I will not make new promises to myself. I will live today, as it comes. Not of yesterday, not of tomorrow. Only today. This very time in my life. The best day, if I can only forget,the lie of the promise made in vain and look to the promises of truth. Promises not of this flesh, but of Jesus's Blood.
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