losing sight

We come to a point in our lives when we have to attempt to realize what it is exactly that we are fighting for. Determine if it is worth the fight. Some things do need winning over, but there is a fine line between fighting and hanging on; and its chicken-wire thin. At some point we have to realize we are better than this, but somewhere somehow along the way we lose sight of this realization. We long to put someone else first, and when we finally do, we lose sight of what we are fighting for. We lose who we are.

Once you start down that path it is hard to see things with an open mind and a clear head. The perspective is gone. You fight hard without any tangible results. A losing battle, if you will. That's when you look into the mirror to find yourself as someone you're not. Someone a little more crazy than you has taken over. It’s not always a pretty face looking back; the crazy has taken the sparkle from your once beautiful eyes.  

How do we go back? 

I don’t know.