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The way I see the world is a constant question mark because I want freedom as much as I want security and I want stability as much as doing the same thing every day bores me. Can you have security and stability as well as freedom and excitement? It seems like those things are mutually exclusive, one cancels out the other.
The way I see the world is a constant question mark because I want freedom as much as I want security and I want stability as much as doing the same thing every day bores me. Can you have security and stability as well as freedom and excitement? It seems like those things are mutually exclusive, one cancels out the other.
things
Life is movement, sometimes fluid and graceful, sometimes harsh and jolting, but things are always moving and changing. I don’t want to ‘arrive’ because that means it’s time to stop. I fought too hard to ever stop again. Life is supposed to be about the journey, but all too often, we’re so focused on where we think we’re going, we never appreciate where we are.
settle
said change sucks and it’s easier to settle for the devil you know. I think that’s true BEFORE change happens. I think the prospect of change sucks. And yes, sometimes the actual change itself sucks, too.
that
In order to get to who anyone really is, you have to creep past their defenses, gaining trust along the way until they finally lower their guard and let you in. We all put up fronts, these pleasant façades that we wear for different people. We have one for strangers, one for acquaintances, one for people we want to impress. How are we ever supposed to know if we’re dealing with the façade, or if we’ve finally met the real person?
like
“It’s hard to find our place when it feels like the sand keeps shifting beneath our feet.”
chaos.
, a house of cards built on shifting sands. Everything could change in the space of a second. Order succumbed to chaos. Hope gave way to fear. Some of us fight our way back out again, smoothing all the broken bits into something resembling who we used to be. Some of us stay submerged forever.
more
, the more time we spent together, the more he let the light shine through his scars. If I had my way, I’d never see the darker side of him again. I wanted to be the light that chased away his demons.
your
“What I’m saying is that you can’t ignore your problems. You can’t whitewash them away, saying you don’t limp when you do, ignoring your scars and expecting the rest of us to ignore them, too. But you can fight through them enough to see what’s on the other side. You keep walking long enough, you’re going to get somewhere.”
