Somewhere along the line I forgot that the only thing that matters really, is that I've done all I could and did my best.
Somewhere along the way, I forget that I'm human like everyone else-that I err; that I'm not perfect.
I forgot that it's perfectly okay to be imperfect.
Somewhere along the road I forgot that to be a friend, I have to be a friend-and that nothing beats a cup of good tea (or several for that matter).
Somewhere whilst chasing the rainbow that seems lethally breathtaking,
I forgot to smell the roses by the side of the road and soak in everything; its bittersweet smell, its thorns, its beauty.
And somewhere along now, I remembered.