Sometimes, your world can feel like it is falling to pieces. It’s a very cliché and adolescent idea but I believe it stems from a deep place in every human. That sometimes, it does suck. It doesn’t feel like your days are going to get any better. That the feeling of someone metaphorically kicking you in the stomach for fun-that internal pain is growing inside of you each day haunting you. Sometimes we keep ourselves so busy to feel a sense of importance of some kind, that maybe if we ignore this aching pain throbbing from our hearts it will eventually shy away or at least keep our minds off of it. But sometimes it does suck. And you can occupy yourself or distract you from the hurt but it’s when you’re finally alone, because you will be alone, that the pain will creep back and tear you down. But when we sit, wait and realise after maybe a few too many tears or blasphemies, that tomorrow is a new day. The problem may not be erased but your hope that a better day will always be ahead may be restored. You don’t have to be happy clappy, no one asks that of you. But your ability to grow and hope and dream is always vacant. So be still. The best is yet to come.
(Source: anchoraway)
