Take this as a sign to create. To embrace. To really feel and engage with the world around you. To experience life; for its beauty and its sadness, to see both and accept both. Be delighted because of the small things: the smiles, the rainbows, the lights, and the book pages. Be delighted because of all the big things yet to come, too: the strangers who become essential, the creations you’ll make, the knowledge you’ll gather, the affection you’ll give and receive. There is so much waiting, and it’s up to you how you experience it. Live life like you’ve always wanted, and don’t let anything hold you back.
I’ve realised that the reason why I never confess my feelings to people is because I always envision the worst happening. You know, that they’ll leave me or tell me they don’t love me back. Because once it’s said, it’s done and that’s it. There goes the magical — yet under-developed — dynamic I’ve had with someone for years all because I couldn’t keep my mouth shut.
But I don’t see it like this anymore. Now I think, wow, there is nothing more idiotic or scary to me than remaining stagnant. Stagnant with my career, my friends, my lovers… If I can’t tell someone the truth, in fear of changing our relationship, then what kind of relationship is it? What does it give me besides anxiety and fantasy?
OKAY so I saw this a few days ago and was like “whatever” but then I smashed my phone in a car door, had to clean up some dead baby bunnies in my yard, and have just generally NOT had a good week. I’m fucking spooked and I’m reblogging this twice to get the universe to stop.
