
Some children have the most disagreeable way of getting grown-up
Some children have the most disagreeable way of getting grown-up
Don’t feel sad over someone who gave up on you, feel sorry for them because they gave up on someone who would have never given up on them.
If you break someone and they still wish you the best, you’ve lost the greatest thing for you.
When I listen to the tapes… I want to see her in school tomorrow. I want to eat Mike and Ike’s out of the box with her at the crestmont. I want to dance with her again, and kiss her… when I should have kissed her. But I can’t.
Sins of omission are far more dangerous than sins of commission.
The past is all there is repeating over and over again, with new players of new times, hoping for a different outcome.
This complements the thinking that to turn ones back on your responsibility can be worse then the act itself. When we look at the impact of neglect and absence on the psych of a child, there can be no worst crime then to let it continue.
The unusual thing I have found are those whom are struggling with inner torment seem to falsely believe that they have gone unnoticed and it would be better to double down. What commonly is missed is they become more predictable the further from the path they walk and the more they repeat the same action.
When you stop for a moment, truly let go of your ego, and ultimately get out of the way of yourself… most tend to find the things they don’t want to admit they are protecting are actually selfish and should be let go.
It’s those things that you don’t want to accept responsibility for that oftentimes the things holding you back from being who you are.
At times I have to remind myself you’re not my life. You were just a part of it.
Common sense is a flower that doesn’t grow in everyone’s garden.
Life isn’t made for perfect people. It’s made for those who know how to turn an impossible situation into something beautiful. It’s made for fighters. Dreamers. Lovers. And people who won’t give up even when life feels impossible.
It’s not perfect.
It’s not easy.
But that’s why we’re made so damn tough.