Live in a way that people can call you whatever they want except for lazy or disinterested.
We need to let go of what society has dreamed up for us.
I don’t want constant anymore, I want a real life – a living, breathing, changing, imperfect, and scary life.
Are you too big, too small? Too sensitive, too guarded? Do you give your heart away too freely or keep it locked up tight where it’s safe from this cold world?
You never realize how young you were until you’re older, but we were young and old at the same time that night.
Actions done with good intentions can still end up hurting others.
I’ll completely forget all the rules I’ve learned about interacting with the opposite sex – I’ll interrupt him, speak loudly, probably sound too eager, and he’ll mirror me.
What we have is an energy. Not a unique one I might add, since we never reach exclusivity. Again, therein lies the comfort. Solely energy. Rawness and honesty. No future, only a past and for me, a procrastination of our present.
So what is it that I’m missing? Well, I can tell you this much, I’m missing out on a half-assed lover, lukewarm affection, and a generally unfaithful partner.
In order to find the things in this life worth holding onto, we must first master the art of letting go.