I can’t save you. I cannot rescue you from yourself.
If you wait even a second longer to fly all that happens is that you get older. The second has passed. They stack up into minutes and days and weeks and lifetimes and before you know it, the cage is all you’ve ever known.
She commands attention because she’s so in control, so measured, so aware of the cracks she’ll let other people see.
You’ll do your best, day-in and day-out, for sixty or eighty or a hundred years, and then you’ll be gone, and your life will never have mattered at all.
“Don’t surrender all your joy for an idea you used to have about yourself that isn’t true anymore.”
“Take my love, I’ll never ask for too much – just all that you are, and everything that you do.”
The notion of friends who are, in part, enemy, isn’t a new one – everyone from Carrie Bradshaw to The Disney Channel have pondered what it means to keep company that leaves you with a bitter taste in your mouth.
We do not have to live life in the way we have been told.
Own the fact that you are so in love with your life that the only thing better than having these experiences alone would be to have these experiences to share with somebody who matters.
Happiness is often the quest of peeling back the layers we’ve built up for ourselves. Removing the stuff that is supposed to make us feel more, but actually smothers who we are: clothes, drinking, busy-ness, excuses.