Light up…
So many things are said at the end of the day and for what? What purpose do they serve other than a closed-minded apology to ourselves for all the things we intended to do and didn’t. I runaway from failure, as it is my biggest fear, and yet I am falling so far behind because my optimistic self becomes overshadowed with the burden of excuses.
Redemption is a sick form of overcompensating the faith for a cause you have but long lost the desire to fight for. But just because something is lost does not mean that it cannot be found.
The surface issue is this:
We remember too fondly the idea of romance that we were taught to believe in as children. There is no princess in distress, and a prince willing to walk through fire to then save his one true love with a kiss. That’s just not reality. Instead romance is simply the magical feeling of subliminal nerves that overwhelm your heart and catch your voice to leave you speechless, that one person is conceivably capable to love and be loved in such an unimaginable way.
Therein lies the most impossible of all emotions, and also the most difficult feeling to posses for yourself. Love. Love yourself unconditionally, with every fiber of your being, and so many beautiful things will come into your life.
