What keeps you up at night?
My thoughts.
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When I get in bed at the end of the day, if I'm alone, that's all that's left. I think about what I still need to accomplish, the things I've done over the week, anything. Everything. My mind has a tendency to wander off at night, and things come up that I don't focus on at any other time. Take what Faith does--that's a good example.
No one needs to tell me that she can take care of herself. I know she can. She's been doing what she does now for years. Its probably more a part of her than I can understand at this point, maybe more than I ever will. I just try to think that by accepting it, I'm giving her something that she needs.
The truth is, I'm not comfortable with what she does. I may be accepting it, but I don't like knowing that there's a possibility that she's going to get hurt, or God forbid killed, because she has a destiny that's greater than most of us. And the hard part is, I know this is right for her.
If there was ever a woman who was meant to have this fight, I think its her. As much as she gets beaten down by it, she's always the first one to pick herself up so that she can go out and do it again.
So I worry about her. When she's out there fighting and I'm just turning off the news, that's what I think about it. My...well, Faith doing what she does. Because all I can do is hope that she's alright, and wait for her to contact me.
I'd say that waiting is the hard part, but I know I'd be wrong about that.
Linus Caldwell
Ocean's Eleven
293 Words
[Locked]
When I get in bed at the end of the day, if I'm alone, that's all that's left. I think about what I still need to accomplish, the things I've done over the week, anything. Everything. My mind has a tendency to wander off at night, and things come up that I don't focus on at any other time. Take what Faith does--that's a good example.
No one needs to tell me that she can take care of herself. I know she can. She's been doing what she does now for years. Its probably more a part of her than I can understand at this point, maybe more than I ever will. I just try to think that by accepting it, I'm giving her something that she needs.
The truth is, I'm not comfortable with what she does. I may be accepting it, but I don't like knowing that there's a possibility that she's going to get hurt, or God forbid killed, because she has a destiny that's greater than most of us. And the hard part is, I know this is right for her.
If there was ever a woman who was meant to have this fight, I think its her. As much as she gets beaten down by it, she's always the first one to pick herself up so that she can go out and do it again.
So I worry about her. When she's out there fighting and I'm just turning off the news, that's what I think about it. My...well, Faith doing what she does. Because all I can do is hope that she's alright, and wait for her to contact me.
I'd say that waiting is the hard part, but I know I'd be wrong about that.
Linus Caldwell
Ocean's Eleven
293 Words