Little Things Inside

A dream is not reality, but who’s to say which is which?

We can start over. Every day. We get second chances to become who we always wanted to be. We can leave our past behind or we can learn from it and honor it. We can decide. It’s never too late to change.

Every cloud has a silver lining.–but it’s still a cloud. A cloud could mean a shower or a storm. So you take your good days where you got them. You try to stay positive. You try to remember that even in the bad news, there’s good news for someone.

You shouldn’t try to stop everything from happening. Sometimes you’re supposed to feel awkward. Sometimes you’re supposed to be vulnerable in front of people. Sometimes it’s necessary because it’s all part of you getting to the next part of yourself.

I admire people who have the ability to touch you and still be thousands of miles from your presence.

And then, just like that, my heart broke. My face crumpled, my composure went and I held him tightly and I stopped caring that he could feel the shudder of my sobbing body because grief swamped me. It overwhelmed me and tore at my heart and my stomach and my head and it pulled me under, and I couldn’t bear it. I honestly thought I couldn’t bear it.

I will never, ever regret the things I’ve done. Because most days, all you have are places in your memory that you can go to.

Even if you’re unhappy, just pretend that you’re happy. Eventually, your smile will be contagious to yourself. I had to learn that. I used to think, ‘I’m being fake,’ but you know what? Better to be fake and happy than real and miserable.