Maybe in Another Life

by Taylor Jenkins Reid

I realize that simple and easy aren’t the same thing.

The difference between life and death could be as simple and as uncomfortably slight as a step you take in either direction.

I find that when you are doing something you are not supposed to be doing, the best course of action is to act as if you are absolutely supposed to be doing it.

It’s sort of absurd, isn’t it? How we grab on to facts and consequences looking to blame or exonerate ourselves?

We can’t say what we would do in other circumstances. We can only know what we will do with the ones we face.

But I also know it’s not true. And part of loving someone, part of being the recipient of trust, is telling the truth even when it’s awful.

We make choices, big and small, every day of our lives, and those choices have consequences. We have to face those consequences head-on, for better or worse. We don’t get to erase them just by saying we didn’t mean to. Fate or not, our lives are still the results of our choices.

That’s what you do when you want something. You don’t look for reasons why it won’t work. You look for reasons why it will.

I was really taken with this one theory that states that everything that is possible happens.