So when people leave, I’ve learned the secret: let them. Because, most of the time, they have to.
Let them walk away and go places. Let them have adventures in the wild without you. Let them travel the world and explore life beyond a horizon that you exist in. And know, deep down, that heroes aren’t qualified by their capacity to stay but by their decision to return.
I am learning every day to allow the space between where I am and where I want to be to inspire me and not terrify me.
And as I stare at the glaring computer screen
I couldn’t help but wonder how much despair the
people in Gaza must have
how much their lives have changed in a matter
How much their lives will never be the same after this
She looked like a fox, vulpine, and ready to attack. She rages like a beast, an irresistible urge to feed on attention and desire. She is unlike any other specimen I’ve ever met before. Witty and rakish, she appears to be abnormal to the human form. The soul of the angel, but, she’s my worst enemy. It feels wrong to love someone so much, I embrace my love for her as if she was the one that gave birth to me, but anger crosses whenever I see her. My mother wouldn’t proud, she would desert me, if she found out about this. It’s a secret, I tell my heart, and mostly my brain. I told no one about her, in fear, that they would look at me with too much confusion. I isolate my feelings whenever I’m around anyone else. People tell me, with such confidence and wits, how could you possibly be alone? But that’s the thing, it’s the person with the best poise and grace, that feels the most lost. Because, they know how to play along very well, but inside the heart doesn’t takes control their actions. It’s always their mind, which is pitiful, because true emotions never show up. So they show this false gleam as if life is taken care of, but really life is slowing closing down. Their hearts beats slow, and their mind races. Composed, supposedly,but vulnerable, mostly.
oh my god this is the post that she is referring to.