I think I’m starting to understand the benefits of heartbreak. It humbles you. It makes you realize that no matter who you are and what you do, you’re still not for everyone and not everyone will admire you the way you think they will.
TV editing is brutal. The audience will never see the reason why you did something or learn the backstory of what really happened. If you’re worried about things being taken out of context, you absolutely should be.
I believe vulnerability affects you in the way you let it affect you. It’s just a matter of perception.
However, doing so, we tend to forget we are spending too much time looking and painting that someone in our heads that we forget to treasure those around us.
It’s not a blessing to not want to settle, because I will live in my car and my life will fall apart. It is hard to tell yourself that you’re doing important things when you’re not doing what you want to do.
It shows me a glimpse of a better reality. Better stories of real love, of dreams coming true, of babies being born, of people expressing their undying love to their friends and family. Sometimes it’s filled with love and it makes me believe.
Positivity won’t take you anywhere; you have to couple it with work.
You can give yourself 24 hours to feel sorry for yourself, but that’s it because while your life might feel like it’s falling apart the rest of the world is still moving.
How often do we feel the spoken and unspoken question asked, “Who are you to suffer–who are you to cry trauma or claim hardship–when there’s x y and z happening in the world?”
We may never know where our paths will take us but one thing’s for sure, this time; we will never go to places that we used to go to alone.