I think we “grow up” in our twenties. We work on becoming (and figuring out) who we want to be. And as we move through these years, we try to decipher what we value, and what and who we wish to hold close to our hearts.
I guess I struggle to make peace with leaving behind something golden.
Perhaps we can’t always find light in the face of death or loss. Perhaps sometimes, death is just an ending. A fragile, heart-wrenching ending.
Know that your actions create hope.
I don’t think our hearts are built to let our loved ones go so easily.
You can’t put into words how painful it will be to lose them.
I missed you. And I still miss you. But I learned that it was more painful to question our friendship and to question myself than it was to realize that sometimes people come and go, and that this is just part of life.
I forgive you.
We are afraid to care because caring means putting our hearts on the line. And the concept of letting others affect us deeply is terrifying.
So why do I try so hard to be “normal?” Why do I push myself so much when I feel like crap 70-80% of the time?