I just don't want to die without a few scars
It's only after you lose everything that you're free to do anything.
This was freedom.
Losing all hope was freedom.
At the time, my life just seemed too complete,
and maybe we have to break everything
to make something better out of ourselves.
You buy furniture. You tell yourself, this is the last sofa I will ever need in my life. Buy the sofa, then for a couple years you're satisfied that no matter what goes wrong, at least you've got your sofa issue handled. Then the right set of dishes. Then the perfect bed. The drapes. The rug. Then you're trapped in your lovely nest, and the things you used to own, now they own you.
May I never be complete.
May I never be content.
May I never be perfect.
How much do you know about yourself, if you have never been in a fight?