How do we keep going when the things that are supposed to keep us going are the things that tear us apart?
It will because I am still putting my pieces back together. I need time to heal.
You’re getting there, and you’re coming out stronger in the aspects that matter the most to you and to everyone who cares about you.
How many times in our life do the seconds matter?
Time is a funny concept. The more you care about it, the more it eludes you, the more you wait for it, the longer it feels and the more you race against it, the more you lose.
Time told me that like him, I needed to move forward. And now I’m okay again, thanks to Time.
It was as true as gravity; and too, like gravity,
a rule by which he had long accepted to live.
While we wish that we could tell ourselves and others that we are struggling, we refuse to accept our own weaknesses. We blame our failure to launch, or our refusal to extend ourselves beyond our reach on bullshit excuses like time.
“If it beeps three times…he comes.”
So, even, if you reach the point of getting better, you’ll never lose the part of you that hurt. It’ll always lurk there.