Life is A Beautiful Struggle

{One.}

 I’ve been making a list of the things they don’t teach you at school. They don’t teach you how to love somebody. They don’t teach you how to be famous. They don’t teach you how to be rich or how to be poor. They don’t teach you how to walk away from someone you don’t love any longer. They don’t teach you how to know what’s going on in someone else’s mind. They don’t teach you want to say to someone who’s dying. They don’t teach you anything worth knowing.

          

{Two.}

In school, the year was the marker. Fifth grade. Senior year of high school. Sophomore year of college. Then after, the jobs were the marker. That office. This desk. But now that school is over and I’ve been working at the same place, in same office at the same desk for longer than I can truly believe, I realize: you have become the marker. This is your era. And it’s only if it goes on and on that I will have to look for other ways to identify time.  

        

{Three.}

Each of us have memories. Good ones and sad ones. Unfortunately, our mind is mostly filled with the sad ones. It’s easier to keep sad memories because it comes with a scar. Good memories come with laughters and they all fade away. Every night, before we sleep, we have to remember all these sad memories because before we sleep, we think about people we care about and miss, but we lost the chance of holding again. Nobody really wants to forget these memories, but nobody wants to remember them either. 

      

{Four.} 

That’s the best revenge of all: happiness. Nothing drives people crazier than seeing someone have a good life.

      

{Five.}

Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life… you give them a piece of you. They didn’t ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so a simple phrase like “maybe we should be just friends” turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love. 

           

{Six.}

I’m so tired of people needing a reason for doing everything in their lives. Do it because you want to. Because it’s fun. Because it makes you happy.

       

{Seven.} 

If I cheated on my fears, broke up with my doubts, got engaged to my faith; I can marry my dreams.

                    

{Eight.} 

It’s sad to me how some of the most amazing people have so much love to give it to someone that refuses to see it.

         

{Nine.}

Protect her, fight for her, kiss her, love her, hold her, laugh with her… but don’t make her fall if you don’t plan to catch her.

        

{Ten.}

You’ve gotta believe that right here, right now, you’re exactly where you’re supposed to be. 

           

{Eleven.} 

I don’t know why we all hang onto something we know we’re better off letting go. It’s like we’re scared to lose what we don’t really have. Some of us say we’d rather have that something than nothing, but the truth is to have it halfway is harder than not having it at all. 

             

{Twelve.}

You over think things. You say, “What if we’re not meant to be?” Well you know what? So what? Make a mistake with me. Nobody goes through this life and does everything perfectly. We’re all going to fail, so you might as well make a mistake with me. Sometimes, we we take a chance that has this much at stake and we look back and in hindsight, what seemed wrong looks more like right. So I say worst case, we’ll be left with lots of good memories. This chance we have? Well, it’s worth it, so make a mistake with me. I’m telling you the right thing to do is to make a mistake with me.

                                         

{Thirteen.}

You can drive at 16, go to war at 18, drink at 21, and retire at 65. So who can say what age you have to be to find your true love?

        

{Fourteen.}

“I tell you the truth. If you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you could say to this mountain, ‘Move from here to there,’ and it WILL move. Nothing will be impossible for you.” 

~Matthew 17:20

        

{Fifteen.}

If there is just one piece of advice I can give you, it’s this- when there’s something you really want, fight for it. Don’t give up no matter how hopeless it seems. And when you’ve lost hope, ask yourself if 10 years from now, you’re gonna wish you gave it just one more shot. Because the best things in life don’t come free.

        

{Sixteen.}

Forget all the reasons why it won’t work and believe the one reason why it will.

         

{Seventeen.} 

It seems like the simplest concept; just push them all away and you’ll never get hurt. However, simplest isn’t always the most effective. Someday, somebody’s going to find their way in, and they’re going to leave you on your knees.

        

{Eighteen.}

Sometimes, you have to be strong for yourself. You have to know that you’re a good person and a good friend. What’s meant to be will end up good and what isn’t won’t. Relationships are worth fighting for, but sometimes you can’t be the only one fighting. At times, people need to fight for you. If they don’t, you must just move on and realize what you gave them was more than they were willing to give you. Hopefully, people realize great things when they come around and don’t lose something real. Always fight until you can’t anymore, and then be fought for.

      

{Nineteen.}

There are four questions of value in life. What is sacred? Of what is the spirit made? What is it worth living for and what is worth dying for? The answer to each is the same. Only love.

       

{Twenty.}

When you’re young, your whole life is about the pursuit of fun. Then, you grow up and learn to be cautious. You could break a bone, or a heart. You look before you leap and sometimes, you don’t leap at all because there’s not always someone there to catch you. And in life, there’s no safety net. When did it stop being so fun and start being scary?