Life is A Beautiful Struggle

1. When you’re young, it’s easy to feel trapped. It’s easy to feel like you’re not understood. That’s why we always say that you don’t understand. 

         

2. A guy out there was meant to be the love of your life, your best friend, your soul mate, the one you can tell your dreams to. He’ll brush the hair out of your eyes. Send you flowers when you least expect it. He’ll stare at you during the movies, even though he paid $8 to see it. He’ll call to say goodnight or just cause he is missing you. He’ll look in your eyes and tell you, you’re the most beautiful girl in the world, and for the first time in your life, you’ll believe it.

           

3. Don’t get mad. Don’t get even. Get stronger, faster, and more powerful. Fill yourself with knowledge and empathy and an indomitable spirit because no one else can do that for you. In the end, it’s your life, your choice and your world. Give 110% always. 

                        

4. I am coming to terms with the fact that loving someone requires a leap of faith and that a soft landing is never guaranteed.

                      

5. Sometimes, we need to be hurt in order to grow. We must fail in order to know. We must lose in order to gain. Some lessons are learned best through pain.

                    

6. “What” and “if”— two words as nonthreatening as words come. But put them together side-by-side, and they have the power to haunt you for the rest of your life: “What if…”

         

7. I fear being like everyone I hate. I fear failure. I fear losing control. I love balancing between chaos  and control with everything I do. I always have a fear of going one way or another. Getting lost in something. Or losing everything to get lost in. And I far being a completely acceptable sheep in society.

                   

8. Love is not the way it is in the movies. And it’s not some idealistic, huge, fantastic thing. It’s very real and personal and now what we’re taught in society at all.

        

9. When exactly we got from kids to people, I’m not certain. I do know that it’s not about turning a certain age or graduating from high school- it happens when you’re not paying attention. We go from playing with our friends to playing with our friend’s feelings. Without knowledge or consent, childhood slips away into the night && our innocence escapes us & we wake up one morning to find that we have became who we are.

           

10. The thing about life that I’ve learned is that you’re going to get hurt. You’re going to have emotional nights and cry yourself to sleep for hours. You’re going to suffer some kind of heartbreak, some kind of loss. But you will also have those moments where you heal. Those moments  are the best. You feel like you smile for the first time again. You feel like you’re alive again. Life just kind of restarts. 

                             

11. Human beings are funny. They long to be with the person they love, but refuse to admit it openly. Some are afraid to show even the slightest sign of affection because of fear. Fear that their feelings may not be recognized, or even worse, returned. But the one thing about human beings that puzzles me the most, is their conscious effort to be connected with the object of their affection even if it kills them slowly within. 

                          

12. In life, we do things. Some, we wish we had never done, and some, we wish we could replay a million times. But they make us who we are, and, in the end, they shape and detail us. If we were to reserve them, we wouldn’t be the person we are today. So just live. Make mistakes and have wonderful memories. But, never second guess who you are, where you’ve been, and most importantly, where you’re going.

13.Heroes didn’t leap tall buildings or stop bullets with an outstretched hand; they didn’t wear boots and capes. They bled, and they bruised, and their superpowers were as simple as listening, or loving. Heroes were ordinary people who knew that even if their own lives were impossibly knotted, they could untangle someone else’s. And maybe, that one act could lead someone to rescue you right back.

      

14. The essence of life is not being perfect, impressing people, or succeeding at everything. The essence of life is simply making mistakes and learning from them, surrounding yourself with people that love you when you’re being yourself, and getting through the failures so that you can continue improving.

 

15. Maybe the deepest part of who we are is what scares us or breaks our hearts and we don’t want to share that with anyone and when we do, we don’t want to lose those people.

                     

16. You can ask the universe for all the signs you want, but ultimately, we see what we want to see when we’re ready to see it.

      

17. You have to take risks. We will only understand the miracle of life fully when we allow the unexpected to happen.

          

18. I like to see people reunited, maybe that’s a silly thing, but what can I say? I like to see people run to each other. I like the kissing and the crying. I like the impatience, the stories that the mouth can’t tell fast enough, the ears that aren’t big enough, the eyes that can’t take in all of the change. I like the hugging, the bringing together, the end of missing someone.

       

19. We’ve pretended for so long that something would simply appear when we needed it to change everything. We made our pact as children…and we’re still trying to be children. But we’re feeling things beyond what children feel, and almost doing them. Sooner or later, we’re going to do them, because we want to. There never has been a solution…the whole world here would have to change for us.

        

20. Sometimes, fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. You change direction, but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again, but the storm adjusts. Over and over you play this out, like some ominous dance with death just before dawn. Why? Because this storm isn’t something that blew in from far away, something that has nothing to do with you. This storm is you. Something inside of you. So all you can do is give into it, step right inside the storm, closing your eyes and plugging up your ears so the sand doesn’t get in, and walk through it, step by step. There’s no sun there, no moon, no direction, no sense of time. Just fine, white sand swirling up into the sky like pulverized bones. That’s the kind of sandstorm  you need to imagine.

And you really will have to make it through that violent, metaphysical, symbolic storm. No matter how metaphysical or symbolic it might be, make no mistake about it: it will cut through flesh like a thousand razor blades. People will bleed there, and you will bleed too. Hot, red blood. You’ll catch that blood in your hands, your own blood and the blood of others.

And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, in fact, whether the storm is really over. But one thing’s certain: when you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm is all about.