No one tells you how hard it is to keep your secret, the vicious little ember deep in your stomach that knows you’re glad he’s dead.
Something as bleak as the death of a husband made them appear wildly provocative, and for no other reason than the fact that they were no longer tied down to a man.
And when that midnight blackness does bear down, wraps it razor blade-studded tentacles around your throat, you take your beating and you towel off and bandage up and you keep on truckin’. If you can.
There is more to living that purely existing. It’s a wonderful, terrifying, incredible, impeccably imperfect journey, and you only get a one-way ticket. Life isn’t a round-trip affair.
Through the heartbreak, change, and devastation I have learned some key points that will help me along with several others on the healing journey.
But something happened in that moment. A wave of gentleness passed over me and I suddenly forgave him for all that he had done.
Frane Selak cheated death 7 times and won £600,000 in the lottery. He was then killed in a freak accident when a sign fell on him.
Death is not nothing.
I realized that looking and being cool is overrated. There’s no time to pretend you’re something that you’re not. I no longer have “guilty pleasures” because I honestly don’t feel that guilty about them.
“People sleep peaceably in their beds at night only because rough men stand ready to do violence on their behalf.”