Don’t settle because you’re afraid you won’t find something better. Don’t compromise because you don’t want to be alone. Give your perfect life, lover and job time and space to grow into our life. Don’t rush, don’t hurry. Take your time, be easy, have patience. Allow everything to come to you with your subtle guiding and intending. Your days of constant chasing with little reward are over. Everything you’ve ever wanted and more coming to you, you just have to let it in with love, receptivity and non-judgment. Letting it in is how you become it. — Jackson Kiddard
I keep thinking about this river somewhere, with the water moving really fast. And these two people in the water, trying to hold onto each other, holding on as hard as they can, but in the end it’s just too much. The current’s too strong. They’ve got to let go, drift apart. That’s how it is with us. It’s a shame, Kath, because we’ve loved each other all our lives. But in the end, we can’t stay together forever. — Kazuo Ishiguro, Never Let Me Go
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My BRAINS and my GUTS!

People say it’s best to live in the moment, but what if that moment hurts too much to live in? What if all you want to do is live in a moment ten years from now when everything has passed or when you were six, before everything became too hard? What if all that is in this moment is sadness and fear and anxiety and hopelessness? Why would I ever want to live in that moment? Why would I want to be present at a time where all I want to do is scream and cry and forget that I am alive? No, I hate this moment. I hate that this moment has seeped inside of me and is tearing me apart. I hate that it is making me feel emotions from the very pit of my being and drowning me in my own sorrows. No, who would ever want to live in this moment?

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I think you still love me, but we can’t escape the fact that I’m not enough for you. I knew this was going to happen. So I’m not blaming you for falling in love with another woman. I’m not angry, either. I should be, but I’m not. I just feel pain. A lot of pain. I thought I could imagine how much this would hurt, but I was wrong.

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I wear my scars proudly. They represent the battles through which I have gone, and I am proud because those battles I have won.

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