Find beauty in the mundane. Find wonder in the routine. Find the light at the end of the tunnel. And live for it.
At this moment, the world is changing. At this moment, beginnings are beginning and endings are ending.
I wish someone had squeezed your hand and told you it was going to be okay. I wish people had seen what you went through. I wish people acted. Sometimes, I also wish you had turned into one of them, at least that way you would be with us
You find yourself speculating what it would be like to be like the others. To move on without looking back, to listen to that particular song without tears streaming down your cheeks, to delete the photos of a time when everything was perfect in a heartbeat. You miss the ones who broke your heart.