You only realize who is the closest, most trustworthy, when you are in a crisis.
I feel now I am indebted to them, which makes it harder for me to move on.
Another dip in the rollercoaster of life.
You only realize who is the closest, most trustworthy, when you are in a crisis.
I feel now I am indebted to them, which makes it harder for me to move on.
Another dip in the rollercoaster of life.
When do you know when to “move on”?
It does not matter what you are thinking about moving on from; just in general, when and how do you know?
When things stop feeling like they are so wonderful?
When you no longer feel happy and safe?
I am beginning to feel this way, which upsets me. I know nothing can stay the same ever, but I was hoping there would be some stability at some point.
I suppose I cannot make myself feel sad over this for too long though, since life goes on with or without my worries about change.
Life just happens.
Ever have that feeling where you feel like all you’re doing is waiting around?
You try to keep yourself busy, running errands, reading, writing, etc., but you do all of this because you are waiting.
Waiting for an answer, waiting for something to happen.
Waiting is time consuming, waiting does nothing.
When I am forced to wait for something (something that could alter my current situation), I feel so anxious. I feel like I should be doing more than I am, but I have to step back and realize that sometimes, waiting is necessary.
Being impulsive would be bad, especially when things are all misinterpreted.
It’s so hard to wait, though. So very hard.
If you don’t learn from your own mistakes,
Then what good are they in your life?
I have realized that by understanding and learning from my past mistakes, I in turn put extra effort into correcting any future processes and preventing the same mistakes from happening again.
It should all count for something, right?
So this is how life goes; can’t be too comfortable anywhere or else I become bored and restless. Life throws another curveball at me, and I begin to wonder: how come none of this seems to happen to everyone else around me?
Everyone else seems complacent, holding steady. Meanwhile, once I become comfortable, another thing happens. It never ends, it seems.