There comes a point when you just love someone. Not because they’re good, or bad, or anything really. You just love them. It doesn’t mean you’ll be together forever. It doesn’t mean you won’t hurt each other. It just means you love them.
Every day is an adventure to discovering the meaning of life. It is each little thing that you do everyday, whether it be spending time with your friends, running a cross-country race, or just simply staring at the crashing ocean waves, that holds the key to discovering the meaning of life. I would rather be out enjoying these simple things than pondering them. We may never really discover the meaning of life, but the knowledge we gain in our quest to discover it is truly more valuable.
The friends who grew up with you deserve a special respect. The ones who stuck by you shoulder to shoulder, in a time where nothing was certain, all life lays ahead, and every road led home.
Everyday is amazing. Even if it’s awful. Because everything is for a reason. Because I know that this horrible thing that happens today will bring me something amazing tomorrow.
I just wish the memories would fade. I wish the songs wouldn’t bring tears. And, I wish that his name would stop making my heart tremble. I want to forget. I need to forget. I deserve to forget. I have to forget.
Hope is a driving factor in helping us stay on course in life, it may feel as though it comes and goes, but in reality there is always hope, there is always a chance for something else to happen, and you need to have faith that it will.
Maybe that’s just growing up. When you’re young, you tell yourself things like “Well, if it didn’t work out, it wasn’t meant to be” as if that actually meant something just because it sounds like it does. I think you can say something like that so blithely because you expect to stumble onto something else just as wonderful just around the next bend in the road. But people are rare perfect unique things and just because everyone really does live a life full of farewells doesn’t mean you shouldn’t at least realize what it really means to say goodbye to something that meant everything. Just because you will survive and get over it doesn’t mean you should let it go.
To those of you who have pushed me, thank you- without you I wouldn’t have fallen. To those of you who laughed at me, thank you- without you I wouldn’t have cried. To those of you who just
couldn’t love me, thank you- without you I wouldn’t have known real love. To those of you who hurt my feelings, thank you- without you I wouldn’t have felt them. To those of you who left me lonely, thank you- without you I wouldn’t have discovered myself, but it is to those of you who thought I couldn’t do it— it is to you I thank the most because, without you I wouldn’t have tried.
I think the one thing we never stop looking for is acceptance. Acceptance of our own shortcomings. Acceptance that some things are gonna be what they’re gonna be.
People are always shouting they want to create a better future. It’s not true. The future is an apathetic void of no interest to anyone. The past is full of life, eager to irritate us, provoke and insult us, tempt us to destroy or repaint it. The only reason people want to be masters of the future is to change the past.
Remember, if you ever need a helping hand, you’ll find one at the end of your arm. As you grow older you will discover that you have two hands. One for helping yourself, the other for helping others.
You never think the last time is the last time. You always think there will be more. You think you will have forever. But you don’t.
I’m starting to get a little freaked out, but I’m not gonna break. It’s not because I don’t care, because I do care what you think about me, I do. Care. I just can’t tell you want you want to hear. Which seems to be a theme in my life right now. Just because you can’t say something doesn’t mean you don’t want to, you can want to very much. You can be with a person and be happy with them and not love them. And you can love somebody and not want to be with them. You don’t need to love someone to want them. Now that’s frustrating, when what your brain tells you you want and what you actually want don’t match up. It’s exhausting. And, well, it’s complicated. But that’s life. And life… sucks.