The prettiest
smiles hide the deepest secrets. The prettiest eyes have cried the most tears
and the kindest hearts have felt the most pain.
Never have I
seen so many young, privileged, people trying so hard to be happy. There are
countless articles written about it, blogs named for it, workshops attending to
it. Who ever said we’re supposed to be happy all the time, anyway? We’re not.
And the pressure to do so might be what’s making us unhappy to begin with. It’s
OK if you’re not completely content with your life twenty-four hours a day. Can
you imagine what a boring person you’d be if you were? Going through shit
storms, feeling uninspired, hating the way you look and having guilt over not
accomplishing enough are just some of the things that make you interesting,
relatable and human. Not to mention, if you’re reading this, then you have
internet access and if you have internet access, it stands to reason that you
have a computer, which makes me think you probably have a place to live, with
electricity and plenty of food to eat and clean clothes to wear, which are all
things that an enormous amount of people living on the planet today do not
have. This is not to say that people shouldn’t strive to better their positions
in life, however it seems like so many of us are no longer content with a
regular amount of happy, yet dead-set on being maniacally jubilant, all of the
time.
One day someone
is going to hug you so tight that all of your broken pieces will stick back
together
People are
afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People
talk about how great love is, but that’s bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing.
People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love
if they’re afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide
their pain. But they’re wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You
feel your strength in the experience of pain. It’s all in how you carry it.
That’s what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you. Your
own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you’re letting society
destroy your reality. You should stand up for your right to feel your pain.
Never regret a
day in your life. Good days give you happiness and bad days give you
experience. Both are essential in life. All are God’s blessings, have a great
day.
Above all,
don’t lie to yourself. The man who lies to himself and listens to his own lie
comes to a point that he cannot distinguish the truth within him, or around
him, and so loses all respect for himself and for others. And having no respect he ceases to love.
We hold on so
tightly, because we’re terrified of loss. We hold on till our hands bleed. And
in that self-shattering persistence, we fail to see the answer: Just let go.
We need people
in our lives with whom we can be as open as possible. To have real
conversations with people may seem like such a simple, obvious suggestion, but
it involves courage and risk.
Everyone has
the heartbreak that shapes them in a way that they could never go back to the
innocence that they had before.
May your coming
year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some
fine books and kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful, and don’t forget to
make some art — write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I
hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself.
Isn’t it funny
how day by day nothing changes, but when you look back, everything is
different.
Stop holding on to what
hurts, and start making room for what feels good.
We are afraid
to care too much, for fear that the other person does not care at all.
Relax. You will
become an adult. You will figure out your career. You will find someone who
loves you. You have a whole lifetime; time takes time. The only way to fail at
life is to abstain.
I think she was
afraid to love sometimes. I think it scared her. She was the type to like
things that were concrete, like the ocean. Something you could point to and
know what it was. I think that’s why she struggled with love. She couldn’t
touch it. She couldn’t hold on to it and make sure it never changed.
Sometimes
people think they know you. They know a few facts about you, and they piece you
together in a way that makes sense to them. And if you don’t know yourself very
well, you might even believe that they are right. But the truth is, that isn’t
you. That isn’t you at all.
But the
struggles make you stronger and the changes make you wise. And happiness has
its own way of taking its sweet time.
You’ll learn,
as you get older, that rules are made to be broken. Be bold enough to live life
on your terms, and never, ever apologize for it. Go against the grain, refuse
to conform, take the road less traveled instead of the well-beaten path. Laugh
in the face of adversity, and leap before you look. Dance as though EVERYBODY
is watching. March to the beat of your own drummer. And stubbornly refuse to fit in.
Once you truly
believe you’re worthy of love, you will never settle for anyone’s second best
treatment.
Until you get
comfortable with being alone, you’ll never know if you’re choosing someone out
of love or loneliness.
Nothing that’s
worthwhile is ever easy. Remember that.
It’s possible
to go on, no matter how impossible it seems, and that in time, the grief …
lessens. It may not go away completely, but after a while it’s not so
overwhelming.
And I pray that
you no longer seek happiness from the past, but rather you set your sails
forward, to a land that is pure and wonderful. I pray that you no longer stare
into the shallows of empty promises, but that you dive into the depth of an
ocean of guarantees. May you feel the winds of hope, and smell the scent of
joy, may your heart be alive again as it was meant to be. For you are with a
better captain, you are with a true sailor, a true leader; You are sailing with
Christ, and He is always sure to lead us home.
There’s a
loneliness that only exists in one’s mind. The loneliest moment in someone’s
life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can
do is stare blankly.
Friends can
help each other. A true friend is someone who lets you have total freedom to be
yourself – and especially to feel. Or, not feel. Whatever you happen to be
feeling at the moment is fine with them. That’s what real love amounts to –
letting a person be what he really is.
Sometimes, I
sit alone under the stars and think of the galaxies inside my heart, and truly
wonder if anyone will ever want to make sense of all that I am.
The reason it
hurts so much to separate is because our souls are connected. Maybe they always
have been and will be. Maybe we’ve lived a thousand lives before this one and
in each of them we’ve found each other. And maybe each time, we’ve been forced
apart for the same reasons. That means that this goodbye is both a goodbye for
the past ten thousand years and a prelude to what will come. When I look at
you, I see your beauty and grace and know they have grown stronger with every
life you have lived. And I know I have spent every life before this one
searching for you. Not someone like you but you, for your soul and mine must
always come together. And then, for a reason neither of us understands, we’ve
been forced to say goodbye. I would love to tell you that everything will work
out for us, and I promise to do all I can to make sure it does. But if we never
meet again and this is truly goodbye, I know we will see each other again in
another life. We will find each other again, and maybe the stars will have
changed, and we will not only love each other in that time, but for all the
times we’ve had before.
People who believe they’ll be happy if they go and live somewhere else, learn it doesn’t work that way. Wherever you go, you take yourself with you.
As much as I
would love to be a person that goes to parties and has a couple of drinks and
has a nice time, that doesn’t work for me. I’d just rather sit at home and
read, or go out to dinner with someone, or talk to someone I love, or talk to
somebody that makes me laugh.
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Jim Morrison
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Fyodor
Dostoyevsky
Yasmin
Mogahed
Thomas Moore
Zooey
Deschanel
Neil Gaiman
C.S. Lewis
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Eleanor
Roosevelt
Johanna de
Silentio
Carrie Ryan
Leila Sales
Gary Allen
Mandy Hale
Charles J.
Orlando
Mandy Hale
Nicholas
Sparks
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Sparks
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F. Scott
Fitzgerald
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Sparks
People who believe they’ll be happy if they go and live somewhere else, learn it doesn’t work that way. Wherever you go, you take yourself with you.
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