The journey may be more worth it than the destination but days like these I wish I could fast forward through the bullshit to see what actually will happen.
"You brave, brave thing.
One day, you’re going to
stop leaving the door open
for people who only know how
to keep leaving."
"Sometimes you have to give up on people - not because you don’t care, but because they don’t care."
"But I also knew that one day, I would grow up. One day, I would be twenty, or thirty, or forty, even fifty and sixty and seventy and eighty and maybe even one hundred years old. And all those years were mine, they belonged to nobody but me. So even if I was unhappy now, it could all change tomorrow. Maybe I didn’t even need to jump off the cliff to experience that kind of freedom. Maybe the fact that I knew such a freedom existed in the world meant that I could someday find it."
I know you could make me happy and treat me well. But, also knowing you could make me feel like this repeatedly, the idea of being with you is an idea that I want to entertain less and less.
"God is shaping us, even in our doubts.
That’s what God does though, He takes us to the brink until we are shattered, then He picks us up and rebuilds us. It is a sweet breaking, one that leaves us more dependent than ever, but more loved and cherished than we thought.
I am learning to praise God, even when He is silent; what a blessing it is."
"A beautiful feeling, when someone tells you “I wish I knew you earlier”."
Maybe I need to start coming to terms with the fact that some situations aren’t going to work no matter how much I hope or want them to work out.
I’m becoming so engrossed in the present and forget to pause and look at the big picture and how this fits. Why am I trying to still dig through these shattered pieces? I’m thinking there’s still something there beyond what already exists. Sometimes I don’t know when to relent, which can be both a good and bad thing. I don’t know why I try to find the good in things sometimes because it ends up hurting me more than if I just left it alone.
Some things are just not meant to be and the hardest part for me, I’m learning, is accepting that reality.
Currently lying on my couch and thinking about how this point last year was so different than right now. I remember more than I should or need to.
Life is weird to me.
Good luck finding a quality girl that meets your criteria and doing what you consider to be important to a basis in a relationship. I’m relieved nothing of substance ever came from this except for me knowing guys like you exist and for me, when I have kids, to make it a point to teach my daughter to watch out for guys like you and my son to treat girls with respect without expectation. As for you, it wouldn’t be a bad idea to reconsider your priorities in a relationship either.
But thanks for the lessons.
"Jobs fill your pocket. Adventures fill your soul."
My alcohol tolerance is a little too high, which stuns but worries me at the same time.