We are the holders of vulnerable perspectives about life, the impressionable youths who were born almost 30 years ago but still feel as though the '90s were 10 years ago.
The point, if you read nothing but this paragraph, and if you are looking for a sign is this: YOU DON'T HAVE TO. You can burst through the lies, one bubble at a time. You can start easily.
People mistake writing with bravery, but I do not suppose there is much courage there. It is quite the opposite sometimes.
A lot of the things that I want to say about getting married are being waved away by congratulating people. They dismiss the process and its Ok. Perhaps the experience isn’t as deep as I think it is, but perhaps the experience should be taken to its limits because nothing lived marginally in life is …
The choice becomes viable, either get free from all the exquisite mind traps or get sucked into the vacuum of it all and swept by guilt, regret, and blame.
There is a freeing sensation beneath all the weight. There is a knowing that you hold on to as long as you hold on to the child within you. The child always knows something, the child takes life as it is but also with an underlying understanding of the comedy of it all, the unrealness of it.
Bury the dead thoughts, conserve the ones that produce good energies, and recognize the negative patterns in time, and always, ALWAYS have your getaway wagon ready.