Recently, I’ve been struggling with just a lot of thoughts, heavy thoughts. Questions of “Why” seem to plague my mind, reminding time and again that I am not in control. That’s where life gets hard, in the places we are out of control, that are new, or out of our comfort zones. Why are their no answers sometimes? or a lot of the time? Why does life turn one way when we expect it to go...
Suffer the pain of discipline or suffer the pain of regret.
We love what we love. Reason does not enter into it. In many ways, unwise love is the truest love. Anyone can love a thing because.That’s as easy as putting a penny in your pocket. But to love something despite. To know the flaws and love them too. That is rare and pure and perfect.