The dictionary defines grief as keen, mental suffering or distress over affliction or loss; sharp sorrow; painful regret. We’re taught to learn from and rely on books, on definitions, on definitives. But in life, strict definitions rarely apply. In life, grief can look like a lot of things that bear little resemblance to sharp sorrow. Grief may be a thing we all have in common, but it looks different on everyone. It isn’t just death we have to grieve. It’s life. It’s loss. It’s change. And when we wonder why it has to suck so much sometimes, why it has to hurt so bad. The thing we gotta try to remember is that it can turn on a dime. That’s how you stay alive. When it hurts so much you can’t breathe, that’s how you survive. By remembering that one day, somehow, impossibly, you won’t feel this way. It won’t hurt this much. Grief comes in its own time for everyone, in its own way. So the best we can do, the best anyone can do, is try and take it all in and just live and learn. The really crappy thing, the very worst part of grief is that you can’t control it. The best we can do is try to let ourselves feel it when it comes. And let it go when we can. However, the very worst part is that the minute you think you’re past it, it starts all over again.
“He wanted to say that all this talk of feelings was irrelevant. That emotions come and go and can’t be controlled, so there’s no reason to worry about them. That in the end, people should be judged by their actions, since in the end, it was actions that defined everyone.”—
“There’s no point to any of this. It’s all just a…a random lottery of meaningless tragedy and a series of near escapes. So I take pleasure in the details. You know…a quarter-pounder with cheese, those are good, the sky about ten minutes before it starts to rain, the moment where your laughter becomes a cackle.”—Reality Bites (via quotewhore)
When we were little, falling asleep at night in the dark was pretty scary because we all thought there were monsters under the bed. But When you get older the monsters are different. Self doubt, loneliness, regret. And though you may be older and wiser, you still find yourself scared of the dark, the unknown. Yet once we face our fears and turn to each other for help, night time isn’t so scary because we realize even in the dark, we aren’t all alone.
Okay, so, sometimes even the best of us make rash decisions. Bad decisions. Decisions we pretty much know we’re going to regret the moment, the minute, especially the morning after. I mean, maybe not regret, regret because at least, you know, we put ourselves out there. But…still. Something inside us decides to do a crazy thing. A thing we know will probably turn around and bite us in the ass. Yet, we do it anyway. What I’m saying is…we reap what we sow. what comes around goes around. It’s karma and, any way you slice it…karma fuckin sucks! One way or another our karma will leave us to face ourselves. We can look our karma in the eye or we can wait for it to sneak up on us from behind. One way or another, our karma will always find us. No matter how hard we try we can’t escape our karma. It follows us home. I guess we can’t really complain about our karma. It’s not unfair. It’s not unexpected. It just…evens the score. And even when we’re about to do something we know will tempt karma to bite us in the ass…well, it goes without saying. We do it anyways.
Okay so i’m pretty pissed off right now because i just downloaded the Drake's new album and i wanted to re-upload this one song that i posted with the dream since the version on the album is WAY FUCKIN BETTER!!!!!!!!! but its to large. FML!!!! so i guess your stuck listening to the crappy version
In life only one thing is certain, apart from death and taxes: No matter how hard you try, no matter how good your intentions, you are going to make mistakes. You are going to hurt people. You are going to get hurt. And if you ever want to recover, theres really only one thing you can say…Forgive and forget. That’s what they say. It’s good advice, but it’s not very practical. When someone hurts us, we want to hurt them back. When someone wrongs us, we want to be right. Without forgiveness old scores never settle. Old wounds never heal, and the most we can hope for is that someday we’ll be lucky enough to forget.