“Be gentle. You are meeting parts of yourself you’ve been at war with”
Here’s the truth of it all: For more inhales than I can count I have known who I am but I am not always sure how I fit into this world.
This blog is the place where I scribble down the moments and ideas that, once piled on top of each other, determine who I am today, a place where I attempt to capture the moments that make me who I am. So here I am, wanderlust struck, 21 years young, attempting to remember that the scariest moment is always just before you start: “But then if you’re so smart tell me, Why are you still so afraid?”//”And if you’re still breathing, you’re the lucky one. ‘Cause most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs.”
I represent all those who are lost, all those who want to be found, and all those, who at the same time would rather be lost than face what they must face. I represent those who have picked others to be their voices until they can find their own. I represent being trapped, struggling to breathe. I represent trying so hard to save, to help, to heal that you hurt yourself. And then shrug, because nobody makes it out alive anyways. I represent those who do not look at the now but the future and know that is not good enough. That now is what matters but can’t shift their eyes. I represent those who see what is not visible, hear what is not said, and taste in the air the brokenness of the world, and pick up off the ground the pieces others have dropped. I represent those who are not loved and those who are loved too much. I represent those who are searching, searching, always searching for a place that their heart and their mind and their soul can call home.
May all of your dreams bloom like daisies in the sun.
“There are ultimately two choices in life: to fight or to embrace it. if you fight it you will lose. If you embrace it, you become one with it and you’ll be lived.”
“You do not have a soul. You are a soul; you have a body.” -C.S. Lewis
She cares about me. It’s when I have reason to question that statement that I can begin to question everything else.
“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.”
I don’t know that. I know things that make up, that are starting to build up, who I am, that are parts of who I am. But I couldn’t describe who I am in any amount of words. I don’t think anyone can describe who they are in any amount of words, endless amounts of words, nobody could do it. Why? We know ourselves too well, and yet not enough. Isn’t that strange? Isn’t that ironic? Isn’t that just…
“That is life, cannot be changed – we are born to live it”
“If you have never felt empty, left alone and broken, then perhaps you are living your life the wrong way.”
“it’s strange how many assumptions we have to make just to get by…”///”think of all the things you’ve given up to be where you are now.”
“perhaps the only honest answer would be: i don’t know. i passed through it once but i’ve never really be there.”
the people i love and who love me are who i am.
welcome to my little piece of the world