Beyond the Horizon
The horizon is beautiful. A fire burns, consuming the cold shadows of past regrets. I have lingered on the ledge too long, staring at decisions I wish I could change.
But is there hope? More than in the past? More to my story?
I think so. I look toward the horizon and see endless possibilities. The ledge only fed my desire to rewrite the past, but this newfound hope feels like me. I’ve passed the point of change—and that change is for the better. This fire within me could be the horizon I’ve been seeking, turning a long-overdue page.
The hope of a new horizon, the path to a new me—a me that others long to see, and I long to be. There’s a horizon waiting; you just must accept what you cannot change and recognize the fire within.
—By Garrett J. Hood
The horizon is beautiful. A fire burns, consuming the cold shadows of past regrets. I have lingered on the ledge too long, staring at decisions I wish I could change.
But is there hope? More than in the past? More to my story?
I think so. I look toward the horizon and see endless possibilities. The ledge only fed my desire to rewrite the past, but this newfound hope feels like me. I’ve passed the point of change—and that change is for the better. This fire within me could be the horizon I’ve been seeking, turning a long-overdue page.
The hope of a new horizon, the path to a new me—a me that others long to see, and I long to be. There’s a horizon waiting; you just must accept what you cannot change and recognize the fire within.
—By Garrett J. Hood
