I have a terrible habit of leaving things unsaid for the sake of peace

“what cannot be said will be wept”

one day I woke up and realised all the waiting and yearning was actually me living my life and it’s happening right now and it’s still good even if it’s not perfect and there is no moment when all your dreams get fulfilled and everything makes sense. like… this is it. this is life. you’ll waste away your youth waiting for some imagined future if you don’t love life for what it is now and make the most of it

no but you know what would be nice? experiencing the kind of happiness that doesn’t turn out to be a lesson that I have to mourn over for at least 3 months

it's like why do i feel ashamed of every action or inaction i ever make. will i ever be ok with myself. will i ever just let it be