If-Then-Else

Crash into your bed. Stare at the ceiling. Focus on your breathing for a little while. And then cry. Cry until the weight of the world leaves your shoulders. Cry until the fear leaves your body. And then focus on your breathing again. Take each painful moment as each of them passes by. It won’t last forever. You’re healing. You’re surviving. And you’re still alive. Tomorrow could be better.

Why didn’t I learn to treat everything like it was the last time. My greatest regret was how much I believed in the future.

She did not need much, wanted very little. A kind word, sincerity, fresh air, clean water, a garden, kisses, books to read, sheltering arms, a cozy bed, and to love and be loved in return.

This year taught me that my loneliness has more to do with myself than anyone else. The loneliest I will ever be is when I do not have the strength to love myself.

I think learning to be happy means learning there will always be difficult things. Sometimes you need to accept the awful and grow from it. Being happy isn’t the absence of baggage, but is not caring that you forgot the bag on a train two towns over.

Don’t sit and wait. Get out there, feel life. Touch the sun, and immerse in the sea.