He is living on a diminishing hope that good things await him in the future. A hope that promises a sense of contentment even though the scars from the past might never fade away.
We’re so busy trying to move on and living our lives, that we sometimes forget to appreciate how far we’ve come, how well our wounds healed, and that somewhere along the journey, we’ve learned to let go.
I feel death around the corner and I haven’t been happy enough. I feel death around the corner and I haven’t loved enough. I feel death around the corner and I haven’t lived enough. Death’s comin’ round the corner and enough will never be enough.
