This is life, and it is what it is. Shit is gonna happen. It’s gonna get complicated. We’re gonna relapse. We’re gonna need time-outs. We’re gonna be weak. We’re gonna be strong. We’re gonna lose our shit and yell for people to get the fuck out of our lives. We’re gonna break down and beg some people to stay in our lives.
Some days we’re gonna feel everything all at once. Other days, we’re gonna feel nothing at all. We’re gonna be in some bad spaces, we’re gonna be in some amazing ones. We’re gonna get on our knees crying and hurting and begging for help. We’re gonna get on our knees and pray just to say thank you. We’re gonna have moments when we know exactly what we want, and we’re sure. We’re gonna have moments when we legit have no fucking clue what we want, and we’re confused. This life shit isn’t a movie, and I think sometimes, we forget that.
The older I get, the more comfortable I am with letting things go. Everything doesn’t warrant a reaction, response, or rebuttal. I am most peaceful when I preserve my energy for things that elevate ease in my life.
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