You said they had found the secret of happiness because they had never heard that love can be a sin.
This is a difference between us: you desire what other people have, while I desire the things I used to have, or think I might have one day.
Remember that at any given moment there are a thousand things you can love.
She transforms once again into someone carefree, and I transform into someone whose only care is her.
The older you get, the wiser you are - this is true. But you also question what use this wisdom is. y
If there's one thing I've learned, it's this: We all want everything to be okay. We don't even wish so much for fantastic or marvelous or outstanding. We will happily settle for okay, because most of the time, okay is enough.
Things that matter are not easy. Feelings of happiness are easy. Happiness is not. Flirting is easy. Love is not. Saying you’re friends is easy. Being friends is not.
To my embarrassment, I was crying again. Real girl tears for the second time, these ones born out of frustration. That didn't happen to me very often, but I hated it when it did. It was faulty wiring in the female body, tear ducts attached directly to the frustration meter. Trying to explain to men that no, I wasn't being manipulative, I just couldn't stop my eyes from leaking salt water, only added to the aggravation.
I believe in using words, not fists. I believe in my outrage knowing people are living in boxes on the street. I believe in honesty. I believe in a good time. I believe in good food. I believe in sex.
I fell into a deep sleep tucked in that little cocoon, a deeper sleep than I might of had in years. Right up until someone kicked me and said "Gotcha!
Anytime I feel my feathers ruffle off of someone else's success, I have to check myself. It's normally fear based or ego related and it's my daily work to let it go and focus on me, because that's the only person I can control and make grow.