I am practicing being kind instead of right.
Wouldn’t it be great if at difficult times in our lives we were able to turn to younger versions of ourselves and ask them for help? For example, you’re frightened of something now because you’ve learned from past experience that there are good reasons to be scared. So you turn inward and ask 27 year old you to take over now. Because at 27, you were afraid of little in life (for better or worse). 27 year old you had a sureness and confidence that for many reasons you lost along the way to today. Or you meet someone wonderful, but in the past you’ve been hurt so many times that you’re wary and cynical of love and becoming involved again. But 19 year old you wasn’t; they believed fully in the magic and infinite possibilities of new love in a way you haven’t for years. If you’ve lived a long enough time, you have been many people, both strong and weak. Somewhere in our being those people must still exist. Many of them were optimistic, bulletproof, trusting, or stone-cold sure of what they were doing. They sincerely believed life’s possibilities were limitless and user-friendly. Scared, confused, depressed, cynical, apathetic—whatever negative frame of mind you might be in now, there *were* times in life when you were just the opposite. How great it would be if we could turn to those other versions of our self and say you can handle this situation better than me. Please take the wheel now and drive this rough part of life’s road.
i don’t think brown eyes get enough love it’s always those blue and hazel fuckers that get the praise and attention. you’re too afraid to look me in the eyes and face the chocolate-y abyss.
Dog’s gotta do what a dog’s gotta do.
Overthinking is a sign of intelligence. The more intelligent you are the more you overthink. Same goes for caring.
Haha. So much!
And there will come a time, you’ll see, with no more tears.
And love will not break your heart, but dismiss your fears.
Get over your hill and see what you find there,
With grace in your heart and flowers in your hair.
After the Storm, Mumford & Sons