if life is like a sheet of music...

things would be so much simpler.

if it's not there, it's not.

then i will stop thinking about it.

stress would be predictable,

and i would know when it'll end.

then i can tell myself,

'it's alright,one more day. bear with it for one more day.'

and believe what i told myself is true.

i would know who i am,

where i'll be,

what my future holds.

then i'll gladly follow the instructions composed for me.

play the melodies i'm meant to play,

and enjoy the fruit of my labor.

i would know how things turn out to be when it's my time to meet my maker.

then i will have enough time to prepare myself,

my family,

my friends.

my soul wouldn't have to be ripped out from my body while i struggle to catch my breath and tell them,

'don't miss me.'

.

then again,

life is really, nothing but a piece of paper with words written all over it, in invisible ink.

you don't know what's really there until you've crossed the finishing line at the end of the race, and the method to make those words appear will, finally, be presented to you.