Failure should never be a choice you make, it should be an outcome you refuse.
Truth has a way of revealing itself, but how you interpret the truth determines its value.
As creatures of habit, we follow the same patterns and expect different results. But the truth is it’s our patterns that screw our expectations over. If you can’t change your perspective atleast change your approach. Some patterns are meant to be broken.
There is something poetic about a pure soul, for it has the ability and strength to hope beyond hope. It’s not jaded nor burdened with the sins of the commoner, too plagued by shame to hope for better days.
A pure soul hopes and prays that the jaded soul may once again find its way, while the jaded soul worries that the pure soul may one day feel the hopelessness that drove it astray from the path in the first place.
I used to wonder where all these beautiful couples found each other,
Used to watch couples with wonderment, curiosity and a bit of healthy jealousy.
But in this moment I realize that the beauty I see is that of pure love and by God, it’s gorgeous.
In the art of growing up, I am a Picasso at best.
It hurts for a little, smarts even, when someone throws away your heart. It screams in its ribcage and slams against it, again and again. Raw and bloody it bleeds, over and over, till it feels like no blood is left. Everything has been drained. Then miraculously, it heals. Scab-covered and beaten it resumes, with heartbeats resolute. The ribcage that restrained it becomes its protector…forever keeping it safe…as long as it remembers not to care.