Choosing your battles is not being a coward sometimes it’s the wise thing to do.
A man was defined by how he carried himself day to day. Not by his responses during good or bad times, when even the weak could rise, but how he handled himself when he thought no one was paying attention.
We tend to allow ourselves to grow comfortable in the uncomfortable. We avoid it; we place it in an unused closet and hope that the dust mites eat it away.
So if you can’t control the future, and you can’t change the past, I wonder if maybe sometimes the best thing to do in the present is to throw your hands up and say, “You know what, my fate’s going to take me wherever it takes me and there’s nothing I can do about it”.
You can only be you. No matter how much you might want to be the person they think you should be, you can’t change who you are. It’s up to them to accept you. Meanwhile, you just do what you do and let it work itself out.
Human hearts are such pathetic, frail little things…like Ego wrapped in needy insecurity stuffed inside glass box, so easily shattered. I know I’ll fall for somebody again, and I know I’ll probably cry for somebody again. If anyone taught me anything, it’s that the cycle of love and heartbreak is unending until the day you die.