All too often, these three things have entirely different motives with conflicting interests. It’s like taking advice from a by-the-book police officer, a fun Uncle who’d let you sip his beer at 13, and an adult film star all at once.
I just thought, “I’m so lonely.”
When people say “let it go,” you assume they imply, “forget about it,” but they never tell you that you can’t forget a feeling, especially when they crop up without any prompt at all. It’s just a matter of dealing with them which you sometimes do in ways people won’t and can’t understand.
I know you choose hope over giving up and that allows for the possibility of greater things. Giving up is weak, and you may be a lot of things but that isn’t one of them.
At the risk of sounding too idealistic, it really does come down to trying to find the silver lining in every bad thing (because nine out of ten times, I promise you it will be there) and being proactive rather than simply reactive.
Part of my job includes taking care of chickens.
The purpose of this letter isn’t to make you sad. It’s quite the opposite, actually.
The word “love” is more often than not, associated with diamond rings, dreamy kisses, and Cupid’s notorious bow shooting around a myriad of fiery arrows. We see it on TV, we read about it in books—when two worlds collide and romantic feelings spring forth—and dub such as what “love” looks like.
Sometimes the waterworks came without warning, at work when you stepped out of your car and heard the band playing your song. Your stomach flipped and shrieked at the sound of those painfully familiar guitar chords.
I lost a friend today. Those five words in particular aren’t poignant by any means, I’ve lost count of those I’ve lost over the years, but this isn’t my first rodeo. I did not write this for me though. This has nothing to do with me or how I feel, because one less boy walks this earth today, and it was his choice.