We all fall down...
There are many things that people don't understand about human nature. Too many people assume too many things. Yet, we assume that other people must understand us in order to love us. We always assume that we are not worthy of that love. Perhaps we are not, but it doesn't mean we have not been given it none the less.
We can pick our friends, but we do not always get to pick the ones for whom we love.
“When I say, "I love you," it's not because I want you or because I can't have you. It has nothing to do with me. I love what you are, what you do, how you try. I've seen your kindness and your strength. I've seen the best and the worst of you. And I understand with perfect clarity exactly what you are. You're a hell of a person."
~Tammy Helms
We must all learn to love, and accept the love of others. To treat that for what it is, and not squander it like it doesn't matter; Otherwise, all the stories will end the same, and we all fall down.
I fell down, but in time I got back up. Though I may carry a limp with me that will last, follow me, and haunt me for the rest of my life, I refuse to stop moving. While love itself will never fade.... ever.... I have chosen what to hold on to, and what to let go of. Sometimes letting go is harder.
I'm not looking back. I will fill the empty spaces with my own things.
The front door is no longer open, but locked.
We can pick our friends, but we do not always get to pick the ones for whom we love.
“When I say, "I love you," it's not because I want you or because I can't have you. It has nothing to do with me. I love what you are, what you do, how you try. I've seen your kindness and your strength. I've seen the best and the worst of you. And I understand with perfect clarity exactly what you are. You're a hell of a person."
~Tammy Helms
We must all learn to love, and accept the love of others. To treat that for what it is, and not squander it like it doesn't matter; Otherwise, all the stories will end the same, and we all fall down.
I fell down, but in time I got back up. Though I may carry a limp with me that will last, follow me, and haunt me for the rest of my life, I refuse to stop moving. While love itself will never fade.... ever.... I have chosen what to hold on to, and what to let go of. Sometimes letting go is harder.
I'm not looking back. I will fill the empty spaces with my own things.
The front door is no longer open, but locked.