Fight hard to find your place in the world. Because you have one. You have a place waiting for you.
Here I am, 24 years old, still just crushing.
Whatever your farewell will be on New Year’s Eve, I hope it’s for the better. I hope it’s for the good.
Anxiety isn’t living in fear every day. It’s wanting to do things but feeling like you can’t.
I don’t think we ever stop searching for our purpose in life. But I do believe that God calls upon us to do certain things at certain seasons of our lives. He brings us back to places and people with a purpose.
What if I told you that happy is right here and right now? What if I told you to stop wishing away your moments for better ones, for more together ones? What if I told you to stop looking for answers, to stop focusing on getting there and to start enjoying here?
Being strong is default to you. It’s second nature. You don’t know how to not be strong, even if you tried. You can’t stop fighting. You can’t stop searching, hoping, wandering.
Witnessing others fall in love and stay in love, is a magical thing. It gives you hope that love still exists in the world.
I’ve never been the one to leave. I haven’t mastered the art of goodbyes.
I’ve always seen closed doors as a missed opportunity, as a, I’m sorry”, maybe next time. I’ve always felt so dissatisfied when things didn’t work out, when I didn’t get what I so desperately thought I wanted. But now, I’m starting to see the bigger picture.