Learning to love again can be rougher than the most raging rapids on a river. Every promise you believe in is a giant leap of faith. Sometimes we just miss that ledge and don't grab on when we're supposed to. Sometimes we take a leap of faith and get blown off the cliff, even when we land it.
The best things in life aren't handed to you. Sometimes they're hidden right in front of you for years and you never notice. You have to be patient. You have to shut the fuck up and listen sometimes. Mostly, you gotta just stand your ground. Stand your ground and don't let the phonies stear you wrong.
What if the first person you loved was the last. Would we ever learn to appreciate it. What if you gave someone a chance that you never really thought would work, and found yourself scared to let them in. Is it possible that we push away the things we know we need and invite pain without realizing that's what we're doing. Without pain, would we still need love?
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