When you showed me where it still hurt, the wounds in your soul that ran too deep, I wanted to look to you and say, “Then that is where will start.”
One way to get more deep work done is to cultivate a disinterest with the trivial things that other people get distracted by (hint: watching debates/political maneuvering a year before an election).
I watched you fall in love with someone else. Maybe one day you’ll watch me do the same.
No one knows what you are experiencing, no one can hear the thoughts in your head, and no one can push you to go on, because honestly, no one has time to be there for you.
You’ll never get there if you don’t give yourself the time to get there. I know you want so desperately to be okay again, but it doesn’t happen over night.
Stop acting like you let go of something valuable, stop giving him (or her) that power. Pick yourself up, stitch your heart back together and tell yourself everyday that this is not a loss but a win.
I listen to you humming through the wires as you tell me that my chest is just a hall of fame filled with people who played the game and played it well.
The most natural disasters are ones we always see coming, but are somehow always surprised by.
Remember how you felt about me? Well, I want you to care about yourself that way. Learn to love the boy you’ve been, the guy you are, and the man you’ll be. All I want is for you to be happy, and for that happiness to stem from some place inside of you.
People often think because of this that either my dad wasn’t around or my parents weren’t good parents. Both of those things aren’t true. I don’t have dad issues, my mom is my best friend and my family is one of those good ones many people dream they have.