Sometimes, the fact that you’re gone hurts, but I still thank Him for giving us a chance to be together – at least at that point in our lives.
It’s yours. This life is yours.
I do this horrible thing to myself where, whenever I see the time and/or date, I instinctively check: What was I doing an hour ago? 24 hours ago? A month ago? A year ago? It’s a NIGHTMARE of a compulsive tick that makes me dwell on the past for several moments.
It is impossible to be in constant control of everything happening in your life, but what is possible is how you perceive the outcome.
Death reminding us how fragile it is
Love reminding us how beautiful it can be
Time reminding us to not take it for granted
We both realized that we have no control over your arrival. These first 20 weeks have flown by and apparently the next 20 go even faster according to all of the people who have driven this road before. This makes me want to write to you about the idea of time.
The days I wanted to quit. The days I said I was done. The days I wanted to turn around and run, far and fast.
I have all our memories for safekeeping
I preserve our moments in writing;
they will not wither away with age,
they will be immortal.
You could get your degree at the age of 22 or at 40, and still receive the same amount of joy. It’s the moment that made you happy, not when it came.
The way you allow your mind to think is the way you allow yourself to live. If you constantly dwell on things, you are putting yourself in a negative state. It is like you are trapping yourself with no opportunity to move forward.