So...Valorous?

I needed to write before I went to sleep.

I ended up saying "It's hard to find peace in your life"
You live life fighting your everyday battles, and then all of a sudden it hits you. Hits you like the enormous amount of bricks that would hit you if an enormous building just happened to collapse on top of you.

Existentialism settles in.

It's a heavy thought, knowing that your on your own when it comes to doing things. Feeling like you have to get up and then all of a sudden you're fearless. You're all of a sudden the valorous seed that must sprout and make it's own decisions. Choices are tough yet at the same time so delicate. So easy to make, but so hard to make. Two very extreme ideas, just combined into one. The intersection where the road always splits into two. How do we go about these things? There really is never a right or wrong, but, what's right for me?

Choices, choices.

There ain't nothing too tough for me.