It took me three more years to figure out that I was wrong. Nobody had it figured out.
I’ve finally drawn the conclusion that I am no longer looking for love. Love will come looking for me when we are both ready to find each other.
Believe it or not, I chose to be single.
I want to be the kind of person who finds wonder and gratitude in every sunrise and sunset. I want the smell of fresh mountain air to forever bring a smile to my face. I want to fill my life with people who lift me up and have a desire to leave the world a better place than they found it.
Any sense that you “deserve” to have something that you aren’t willing to work for.
In exactly one month and twelve days I will turn twenty-five.
It isn’t coincidence. It is choice.
The wisest and most loving piece of advice I was ever told was this: “You are always in choice.”
Maybe you will never be satisfied with what you have and life will always disappoint you. Maybe you will always waste your goodness and choose to brood in the misfortunes of your life.
How to trust my decisions. When I started getting my student visa and arranging my loans, and my loved ones realized I was not kidding, I got a lot of “Why are you doing this?” and “You’re going to regret this one day.”