The beauty in starting over is that it helps you find the blessings in endings. The good in goodbyes and what lies on the other side of fear, the magic that lies beyond your comfort zone and the wonderful things life has to offer you when you decide to look up.
You hate to admit that you don’t like being alone for a long time and it isn’t something you casually say out loud. You like being alone long enough but not too long for the bad thoughts to take over. The sad thing is, you like being alone but you hate being lonely.
Starting over means you’re brave. You’re not afraid to end things. You’re not afraid to break your own heart.
You need to stop insisting that things are “out of your control.”
Loneliness can feel a lot like love in the middle of the night. Any text intended to be sent past 2AM can wait until the next day. If your feelings are true, they will still be valid in the morning.
We tell ourselves that at the end of our journey, everything will make sense, except in reality you get there and wonder what the hell you’re supposed to do next, because there’s not an instruction manual for what comes after “The End.” Sometimes you just get lost all over again.
Don’t make room for someone who didn’t even bother to say goodbye.
Here you are. Alone in the world again. Starting over.
The truth about starting over is that it’s scary.
I just hope that when I come out of these terrible storms, one day, I will be strong enough to sail my ship alone and wave with a smile in case you cross my mind.