Eat, Pray, Love
Happiness is the consequence of personal effort. You fight for it, strive for it, insist upon it, and sometimes even travel around the world looking for it. You have to participate relentlessly in the manifestations of your own blessings.
Because I trust in the ever-changing climate of the heart. (At least, today I feel that way.) I think it is necessary to have many experiences for the sake of feeling something; for the sake of being challenged, and for the sake of being expressive, to offer something to someone else, to learn what we are capable of.
Its damn hurful when you think it’s my fault that we didn’t work out. I tried everything I could to make you stay. I was there every time you needed me, I was never more than one text or call away. I told you everything about me and put my trust into you fully. I was there even when no one else was. And all you did was push me away. Of course I fought back, I fought for you. But I can only fight so much, and eventually I did give up. Not because I wanted to give up on us, But because you left me with no choice.
There will always be that one song that reminds you of the memories you used to have with someone
Sometimes we can choose the paths we follow. Sometimes our choices are made for us. And sometimes we have no choice at all.
Stories were full of hearts broken by love, but what really broke a heart was taking away its dream — whatever the dream might be.
I want to tear myself from this place, from this reality, rise up like a cloud and float away, melt into this humid summer night and dissolve somewhere far, over the hills. But I am here, my legs blocks of concrete, my lungs empty of air, my throat burning. There will be no floating away.
The mystery of life isn’t a problem to solve, but a reality to experience.