Soar high. Get a new perspective, a bird’s-eye-view. Now look down. Isn’t it shocking how small we are? And how fragile, somehow. How the slightest gust of wind can sometimes make us fall apart. But If there’s something I’m certain of is that we have to keep moving on. Ask for help, be by the side of someone supportive and don’t lose faith.
Yes, negativity has an enormous influence on us, but so does positivity and there’s something else I’ve learnt. Light’s mightier than darkness. Always.
I want to go back to what I used to be. What I was so proud of. A person with a changed vision and a different approach about life. Making the most of every little moment, a stickler for detail. And you know what? I don’t just want to go back, I’m going to go back. I’m resolved to do anything. Dreams, beware, I’m coming after you.
It appears the slightest gust of wind can blow our card castle. Boredom being the former, interest being the latter. Where are our principles? Why does this even affect young people to a greater extent? Where are the interesting people hiding? Why are there so few? A good many questions, actually. I want to travel the world and meet that kind of people you could just spend your life listening to. I’d love people of my age to be excited, exciting, interested and interesting. Make your life interesting so you’re never bored and be interesting yourself. This sure is subjective but… Here’s a hint. Intelligence relies a great deal on how to use it. And that… that actually means something. At least to some of us.
I remember when it all started. Little did I know it’d chase me everywhere. I had no idea it would snowball into something this big. Not until I started to lose sight of things did it dawn on me that this was the real deal.
I don’t usually ask for much. I’m not necessarily too demanding. But every so often I cast my mind back to a certain moment in the past and I remember myself with another smile on my face. A different smile. The eyes have changed, but it somehow feels the same.
There’s no such thing as ‘soulmates’. Nobody’s meant to be with anybody. That’s something everyone should realize. How can we believe our future is written? I think that’s downright stupid. The bottom line is, we decide whether or not we want to go out a certain day. It’s up to us, depending on what we feel like doing. We can control what direction our life is going.
The worst part is, some people think this is not romantic. Perhaps I understand it all differently. Perhaps thinking St. Valentine’s day is extremely unnecessary is not romantic. Perhaps thinking that being put under pressure to give presents on a certain date is not romantic. This is my way of understanding the bond between two people: let it flow naturally. Only give presents when you find something you think they’re gonna love. You don’t need a day to remind you how in love you are.
And most importantly. You are at the helm of your life. Always keep that in mind.
Everything’s easier if we keep the distance, by the sound of it. It sort of feels like it’s forgotten. It’s not, but it feels like it is. There’s so little time and so many places to see. How can we spend such an important part of our life complaining about someone not liking us back? It’s stupid. We can’t control it, though. Everyone needs their escape route.
Unimportant things are not worth beating oneself up over.
Can you imagine having the power of voluntarily forget anything? Being able to get rid of every bad memory or feeling? I do. I do, every time this happens over and over again. Every time she acts aloof. Every time I pretend I don’t care while the dagger of indifference stabs me right in the heart.
There are only two days left this year and I remember promising myself I’d forget about all this by the end of 2013. It’s no use trying to forget while the glare in her eyes reveal how it could have happened.
Hay cosas que solo se hacen con una persona. Como sacarse fotos con tarta en la boca, o sentarse siempre cerca de donde hay comida. El tiempo pasa, pero los momentos no cambian.
Ahora nos vemos menos, pero tengo buena memoria para los momentos que hemos vivido, desde que nos conocimos hace dos años y medio. No serviría de nada enumerarlos, porque espero que recuerdes como yo todas las historias estúpidas y divertidas que hemos compartido. Espero que seas muy feliz en tu día, mejor dicho, en todos tus días. Porque aunque no se te pueda contar nada, siempre serás mi amiga bohemia, la que me enseñó Tumblr y Vampire Weekend. Felices 19.
Y recuerda, como dijo el gran filósofo: ‘Nou der ar shus in ostrelia’
I loathe losing interest. I hate losing hope for something. It makes you feel empty, doesn’t it? Perhaps it’s better when you think you still can give it a go, even when chances are you aren’t getting it.
"I’d fallen in love the way you fall asleep. Slowly, and then all at once"
Being overwhelmed by exams does have its perks. It keeps your mind busy and it prevents it from overthinking. However, I still think about it. About her. About how I want something to happen even though things aren’t looking up. Even so, I’ve learned not to lose hope as long as there’s still a tiny chance. As long as this is worth fighting for. As long as I dream.
I wasn’t expecting that answer. I wasn’t expecting to feel like this. And what now? Am I supposed to let this go? To let her go? It would have been easier with a simple: “I don’t like you”. But no, there was something, that something I had felt, something special between the two of us. And that something got lost on the way, by the sound of it. I wish I could bring it back somehow. But how… Now I just feel what I felt back then. No it’s not fine, it’s not okay. I guess I couldn’t feel worse. If only I hadn’t dreamt so much.
Do you know what the sad part of this is? I’m starting to lose interest. It’s taking too long. It’s getting too hard. I can’t make out your words. The motivation I had was based on this being a challenge. I don’t like your game. You chose the wrong person, because I get tired when ignored.
In this crazy foolish world, never say everything you think, but think everything you say.