I wish we could tear out pages in our lives as easily as we do in our journals. Leaving little to no trace of its painful existence.
Perhaps beginning a new page entirely is better then trying to twine together all the missing pieces. Accepting that what was lost is now gone forever and all we have left is the empty spaces of a new blank page… awaiting our arrival
Change is scary as shit. Charles Darwin once said,
Eventhough change is never easy for anyone, how fun would life really be if the tides didn’t throw us overboard every once in awhile?
So what if you are a horrible swimmer and prone to sea sickness? It doesn’t matter if you have to pant like a dying fish until your floppy fins turn into wings, sometimes that is what it takes in order to fly.
We have to be willing to go outside of ourselves in order to tap into who we can truly become.
And if pain is what it takes to redefine the mess we've made of our lives, then I guess its a good time we start toughenin' up