You don’t have to have your life figured out.
Mistakes are merely things that had to happen to get you to the place you belong.
You love class because it’s an outlet to being the douchey artist you sometimes want to be. You enjoy the pretentious discussion you have because, like all artists, you have a little pretentious asshole inside of you that can only be set free around other secretly pretentious assholes like yourself.
Be a good person, but don’t talk about being a good person.
I want to break and reshape and I want to feel the pieces that barely fit together. I’m not a store bought puzzle. I’m human
The more you consciously let things go, the happier your life gets.
It’s a beautiful place we’re in. A place where only you and I exist. Everything else is just background noise. We belong here stronger than we’ve belonged to anywhere else. Because we’ve never really belonged anywhere else.
I lost myself, only to be justly found. I lost things I had to lose and I realized that losing isn’t a ruthless thing and neither is change. I lost everything I needed to lose to start over right.
I hope you come to terms with the brutality of this world and choose to forgive anyway. I hope you walk away from the pain with a smile on your face and in your heart.
When I say I’m fine, I mean that I need to figure some stuff out by myself.