November 4, 2012

• Take my hand and never let go

  

  It’s not about being perfect or trying to stay standing just to stand. Not all the time. What’s more important is that you try and fly, to spread your wings wide. And if you fall, whether it’s a 1,000 feet or 20 inches, you get back up. You pick yourself up carrying a new lesson with you. Learning from that fall and planning to try harder next time until you can truly fly. And you’re flying on your own terms, in a way that makes you happier than anything else can.

  

  It’s only when you’re tested that you truly discover who you are. And it’s only when you’re tested that you discover who you can be. The person you want to be does exist, somewhere on the other side of hard work, belief, faith, and the heartache and fear of what lies ahead.

  

  This was unexpected, my soul’s connection to you. You stole my loneliness. No one knows that I was wishing for you, a thief, to enter my house of autonomy, that I had locked my doors but my windows were open, hoping, but not believing you would enter.

  

  Think about it- you always see people looking sad or lonely, hood over their head. You almost never see someone skipping down the sidewalk and singing, hand in hand with the person that made them that way.

  

  Part of being sane, is being a little bit crazy.

  

  This is what I know about love: that it is tested everyday and what is not renewed is lost. One either chooses to care more or to care less. Once the choice is to care less, then there is no stopping the momentum of goodbye.

  

  We’re all lonely and scared. We all have problems. Big ones. We all love someone way too fucking much.

  

  And sometimes your biggest failures become your biggest saviors. Mistakes have to be made.

  

  You can’t just sit there and put everybody’s lives ahead of yours and think that counts as love. You just can’t. You have to do things.

  

  Don’t waste your youth growing up.

  

  It isn’t as hard to be happy as you’re making it.

  

  Sometimes we’ll be piled on the couch wearing sweats, eating the kind of ice cream we like, watching our favorite TV show and talking in the shorthand way we talk that nobody understands. And I’ll realize that this every day, simple, no big deal moment, is my happiness.

  

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