It is the constant struggle of finding our place, only to be told we belong there no more. It’s trying to make our mark. Figuring out what steps to take, what hands to hold, and what decisions to make.
I’m that girl that tries to read a book and will probably never finish. I’m that girl that will stop in the middle of the street to pet a dog. I’m that girl that needs to be reminded you care. I’m that girl that doesn’t mind sitting in silence.
I don’t know that my life would ever be the same. I don’t know that I’d see these faces again. I don’t know that’d it be easier calling another place home.
I’ve always felt the need to be strong for everyone else. But right now, I need someone to be strong for me. I need someone to just simply say, “it’s going to be okay”.
Know that your type will never go out of style. That the world thrives off the love you graciously give. You pour into all the half empty cups. Filling them up. Quenching their thirst.
I’ve always seen closed doors as a missed opportunity, as a, I’m sorry”, maybe next time. I’ve always felt so dissatisfied when things didn’t work out, when I didn’t get what I so desperately thought I wanted. But now, I’m starting to see the bigger picture.
I’ve never been the one to leave. I haven’t mastered the art of goodbyes.
Witnessing others fall in love and stay in love, is a magical thing. It gives you hope that love still exists in the world.
Being strong is default to you. It’s second nature. You don’t know how to not be strong, even if you tried. You can’t stop fighting. You can’t stop searching, hoping, wandering.
What if I told you that happy is right here and right now? What if I told you to stop wishing away your moments for better ones, for more together ones? What if I told you to stop looking for answers, to stop focusing on getting there and to start enjoying here?