Life is only worth a damn, because it's short. It's designed to be consumed, used, spent, lived and felt. We're supposed to fill it with every mistake and miracle we can manage, and then we're supposed to let go. All the hardest, and coldest people were once soft as water, and that's the tragedy of living. The essence of life is not being perfect, impressing people, or succeeding at everything. I think the core of it all is making mistakes, and then learning from them. It's about surrouding yourself with people that love you for being as fucked up as they are. So when the day comes, when your life flashes before your eyes, make sure it's worth watching.
You came crawling in my mind yesterday. It came out of nowhere really. I've moved on to so many better things, as I'm sure you did as well. But still I found myself wondering how you're doing, what you're doing and who you're doing it with. And I wondered why we were friends in the first place and why we aren't anymore. Why did we make the choices we did? There had to be a purpose, right? Parting was a turning point in my life, perhaps it was even in yours. For awhile we were almost the same person. Maybe I asked for too much, maybe you gave to little. I've long given up on finding the answer, but at times like yesterday I find myself wondering; will we ever meet again?
I've noticed that people get stuck in moments. I've done so on many occasions. Our hearts break, and they don't seem to mend. Life seems a disappointment and nothing we do can make it better. I'm far from fixed, but I've come a long way. When I accepted that if I want to get the life I want, I first have to accept the life I have, everything felt easier. Like a giant boulder was lifted from my shoulders. Someone once told me that life is war, and if nothing else, I never stop fighting. Through storms, and hurricanes, and whatever else the universe might throw at me, I battle on. Can you say the same?
You came crawling in my mind yesterday. It came out of nowhere really. I've moved on to so many better things, as I'm sure you did as well. But still I found myself wondering how you're doing, what you're doing and who you're doing it with. And I wondered why we were friends in the first place and why we aren't anymore. Why did we make the choices we did? There had to be a purpose, right? Parting was a turning point in my life, perhaps it was even in yours. For awhile we were almost the same person. Maybe I asked for too much, maybe you gave to little. I've long given up on finding the answer, but at times like yesterday I find myself wondering; will we ever meet again?
I've noticed that people get stuck in moments. I've done so on many occasions. Our hearts break, and they don't seem to mend. Life seems a disappointment and nothing we do can make it better. I'm far from fixed, but I've come a long way. When I accepted that if I want to get the life I want, I first have to accept the life I have, everything felt easier. Like a giant boulder was lifted from my shoulders. Someone once told me that life is war, and if nothing else, I never stop fighting. Through storms, and hurricanes, and whatever else the universe might throw at me, I battle on. Can you say the same?
