Tears are words that need to be written

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I’ve been avoiding this blog for such a long time... my typical excuse “I’m too busy with so and so and so…to write” 
I thought it’s the insecurity writing down my inner thoughts…that led me to return to my diaries… but I stopped writing in them as well…
It became clear to me that I had avoided writing all along because I was afraid… I was afraid that what I would pen down wouldn’t be as precious as I thought I was able of writing…
Twisting my thoughts here and there…
I shall dissect my brain on this page and let it seep the page in thoughts…
Quoting a friend: “There's no better friend to lend an ear to than a paper and a pen” …  in my case right now my blog…
It listens to your crying your emotions and thoughts out loud without criticizing you…
You almost touched that dream...
But circumstances stops you... that you come to the question “in which direction you should go?” there’s no middle either right or left…  and it’s either right or wrong…
So you have to choose between following you heart or your brain… and it’s not easy as you think!
Believe me you will never be able to have everything… sometimes you have to take some risks in your life… sometimes you need to follow your brain because it’s the right decision to take, but you hate it … and sometimes you follow your heart while you will have to feel sick in the end, because you will have to fight a lot..
And in the end you will have to watch the consequences…
It’s funny how the human brain works… in both ways… there’s something you won’t like…
In the end… what meant to be will me… it’s the faith and destiny you should believe in!
It’s the circumstance’s we leave in… and you have to know how to face it… unless you will have to suffer the rest of your life…
Whatever it takes you… take me in your arms…and let me forget the world around me... can you?

 I'm confused. Writing seems to be getting me nowhere.
Enough gibberish for now... 

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