A Misinterpreted Part

It seems to all make sense. How the story keeps repeating itself. How I am back to point A, never reaching point B, where my expectations are held, and reality is the only thing that strikes my eyes and my brain, yet my heart beats with the hope that is left lingering, but Now,
Hah, Now,
it all makes sense..
Every piece in my life, just happens.
Destiny and fate and what I want and what I expect and What its supposed to be and this is what I must have..its all bullshit, its all just a waste of time to hold on.
It was just a misinterpreted part in my life, something I thought I needed, but how clear it is to see that Now, I am ready.

Ready to live with my eyes open and mind open