“Did you know, you can quit your job, you can leave university? You aren’t legally required to have a degree, it’s a social pressure and expectation, not the law, and no one is holding a gun to your head. You can sell your house, you can give up your apartment, you can even sell your vehicle, and your things that are mostly unnecessary. You can see the world on a minimum wage salary, despite the persisting myth, you do not need a high paying job. You can leave your friends (if they’re true friends they’ll forgive you, and you’ll still be friends) and make new ones on the road. You can leave your family. You can depart from your hometown, your country, your culture, and everything you know. You can sacrifice. You can give up your $5.00 a cup morning coffee, you can give up air conditioning, frequent consumption of new products. You can give up eating out at restaurants and prepare affordable meals at home, and eat the leftovers too, instead of throwing them away. You can give up cable TV, Internet even. This list is endless. You can sacrifice climbing up in the hierarchy of careers. You can buck tradition and others’ expectations of you. You can triumph over your fears, by conquering your mind. You can take risks. And most of all, you can travel. You just don’t want it enough. You want a degree or a well-paying job or to stay in your comfort zone more. This is fine, if it’s what your heart desires most, but please don’t envy me and tell me you can’t travel. You’re not in a famine, in a desert, in a third world country, with five malnourished children to feed. You probably live in a first world country. You have a roof over your head, and food on your plate. You probably own luxuries like a cellphone and a computer. You can afford the $3.00 a night guest houses of India, the $0.10 fresh baked breakfasts of Morocco, because if you can afford to live in a first world country, you can certainly afford to travel in third world countries, you can probably even afford to travel in a first world country. So please say to me, “I want to travel, but other things are more important to me and I’m putting them first”, not, “I’m dying to travel, but I can’t”, because I have yet to have someone say they can’t, who truly can’t. You can, however, only live once, and for me, the enrichment of the soul that comes from seeing the world is worth more than a degree that could bring me in a bigger paycheck, or material wealth, or pleasing society. Of course, you must choose for yourself, follow your heart’s truest desires, but know that you can travel, you’re only making excuses for why you can’t. And if it makes any difference, I have never met anyone who has quit their job, left school, given up their life at home, to see the world, and regretted it. None. Only people who have grown old and regretted never traveling, who have regretted focusing too much on money and superficial success, who have realized too late that there is so much more to living than this.”
When they ask you about her, Tell them how you loved her. Tell them how she made your heart shake and hands tremble. Tell them how you memorized the smell of her perfume.
Tell them how she gave you the world, Tell them how you didn’t even give her a backbone to trust. Tell them how her heart beated too fondly for you to comprehend.
Tell them how she was the most beautiful orchid you had ever seen, Tell them how you settled for just a handful of dandelions.
But don’t forget to tell them about how you just couldn’t keep her.
I still miss you but I guess it’s different now. I’ve finally realized that I can’t keep putting my life on pause for you and I refuse to sit here and wait for you while you’re having the time of your life out there.
So honestly, all I’m going to say is whatever. You can keep doing what you’re doing and I’m going to get on with my life now, regardless of the fact that it won’t be with you and damn how I wanted it to be you but sometimes in life, things just don’t work out for a reason right? I’ll just have to trust that this is how it’s supposed to be. So know that I’m always going to miss you but the waiting is stopping here. Next time you try to call me, I won’t be there anymore.
” Maybe he’ll be good to you and love you like he was supposed to love me, but I don’t think he knows how yet. So be warned, he’s too easy to love. You’ll meet him and three days later you’ll miss him the second he stops texting back. It doesn’t matter how tough you think you are, you’re not when it comes to him. He can turn you from a thunderstorm to a rain puddle dripping down the side of the street. Be warned, just because he falls asleep on the phone with you doesn’t mean he isn’t texting four other girls while he listens to your breath on the other side of the phone and the way you love him more than anything bursting from your laugh. And I’m sure he loves you, he probably really does but just because he loves you doesn’t mean he won’t love all the rest of them too. He’ll tell you he hates girls with brown hair and kiss one the next night. He’ll tell you you’re all he needs and you’ll believe him. So will the girl he said it to this morning. You’ll probably love him through the lying. I guess I just wanted to tell you to leave the first time he hurts you. Because he’ll do it again. And again. And it doesn’t matter how many times he calls you baby and says he loves you. It doesn’t matter that he says he’s going to change for you. He’s going to break you down with every blow to the chest and every little excuse until your heart crumbles under your ribs and he’s too busy fucking somebody else to care this time.”
“The aim is, when I find my King, to constantly hold him down, to the point where he’ll never have to second guess himself again. His role will never be affected nor will I ever disrespect him. Anything he wants to achieve, I’ll be right there with him. My inner strength allows me to overcome many obstacles, so if that means us being up all night, for months and months, struggling, barely making ends meet, I’m there, lol, If he honestly thinks a little hard work will steer me off, he’s got me completely wrong. There’s nothing more motivating than seeing your man, work passionately towards something he loves. I would want him to know that I’ve got his best interests at heart, and in order for me to comfortably hold him down, he’ll need to keep it 100 with me always and at his own pace, allow us to vulnerable with each other and let go of every fear and obstacle that stands in our way.”
do you ever love someone, you know they are not meant for you, nor are you meant for them, but you wish you were? you are okay with not being with them, but yet you wish you were, there is someone else out there, waiting for you, yet you wish it wasn’t so, oh how you wish, that you could be with the wrong ones, that it could work out, but it won’t ever, yet you feel sad, you feel cheated, why did the universe not chose them for you? you are so wrong for each other, but in many ways so right, it just isn’t fair is it?
This goes out to all of the people who have been broken but have been strong enough to let go. For the people who have hurt so badly that they felt they could never love again, but kept their head up. For those who feel like going back to their old lover would put all the pieces back where they belong and everything would fit, but accept the cold hard truth instead. For the people that learn from their mistakes and never stop moving forward, even when they take two steps back. For the people that wish loneliness wasn’t a part of them, but put up with it anyhow. For the people that are okay with taking up all of the room in the bed, even if sometimes it feels a little empty. For the people who wake up in the morning with no missed calls, but smile anyway. For the people that periodically miss the past, but are so much more excited for the future. For the people that have wounds still healing. For the people that have so much tied to their past relationship, but break those chains to start fresh. For the people that want to look back so badly, but focus on the road ahead. For the people that pick up the phone so tempted to call, but keep their dignity in tact instead. For the people that never wanted to let go, but had to. For the people that still believe in love even after all of the hurt their heart has endured. For all the people that gave up not because they were weak, but because most times it’s better just to let go.
“Even now- I find myself looking for your face in crowded rooms. I know you’re probably thinking I still love you but in my heart- I know that it’s not you anymore. Somehow- I still don’t learn to forget about it anyways. It’s still there. Every single day of my life it’s going to be there and I remember thinking that there was no way in hell I could ever learn to walk about this earth with a past love like yours inside my chest but I know better now. I’ve learned- when love comes, it stays and it stays for a long time. I’ll never forget it but I know now that you can’t always let what you carry inside be heavy- so I remember you but there’s still so much room inside my heart- so many things to fill it with and it’s not about you anymore.”
“Don’t worry- I’ve accepted that he’s not mine to keep anymore. I’ve only allowed him to keep being part of who I am because whether I wanted to love him or not- I loved him. I loved him and it changed me and I understand now that I could never be who I was then. Whether he ever really loved me or not- I know he’s found things in hisself that he doesn’t recognize sometimes. Love is strange in that way- if you love someone it changes you and if someone loves you- it changes you just the same.”
Maybe if we become strangers, you would remember me better.
Maybe if we become strangers, you would reminisce our moments together.
Maybe if we become strangers, I wouldn’t be as bitter.
Maybe if we become strangers, I wouldn’t care if you chose her.
Maybe if we become strangers, you would miss me like you never.
Maybe if we become strangers, you would at least start to wonder.
Maybe if we become strangers, I wouldn’t wish you could be better.
Maybe if we become stranger, I wouldn’t care if you love her.
Maybe… we should’ve stayed strangers…