You’ll find yourself in pushing through the thoughts of giving up before the final mile. You’ll find yourself in the mornings you get out of bed when you least feel like trying.
You wake up with a start; if you look backwards and walk, you’ll crash, don’t forget, life is a series of memories you’re trying to relive but can’t
The best thing about closing a chapter of your story is that there’s a new set of blank pages, ready and waiting for you to fill.
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.
Let the past be the past, and watch ‘what could have been’ simply float away. Give life the chance to surprise you, teach you, heal you, as you willingly shed the heaviness that’s been holding you back for so long.
We woke and breathed and fought. We experienced growth one way or another, without even realizing it. We made it through another day.
You’re allowed to believe in love again, despite the number of times it has failed you.
The truth about starting over is that it’s scary.
I think too often we stand in our own way, by learning to exist rather than live.