I thought about this all day, if someone called me a “religious, hypocritcal snob”, what should I do?
I am not afraid I’ll stop loving, I am afraid I love you too much.
It isn’t really manly to say this.
But I figured that it really sucks too much to keep trying to keep people. As a friend, as a shepherd, as a leader. People find new friends, people find new hobbies, sometimes their time with you just reach a stop and it’s time for them to leave you to head on their own journey. Someday you’ll see them, they’ll be walking with brand new friends, and maybe a brand new swag and you ask yourself what happen there. It’s not a wrong. Rather life is such, and that “goals” are the centerpiece.
Go up and say “Hi” because moving on isn’t the end, like how goodbyes are not forever.
I decided I need to write.
I’m anxious. I’m not creating, I’m just projecting my feelings. I’m not coming out with great simple ideas that is simply, significant.
So here is rehab, to recreate a space where I can be 1% more creative. 1% less tired, 1% more determined and 97% more in love.
On that note: I’m back at being hungry. I need to be even hungrier.
There are a lack of thank you in my life. Either I’ve not done enough or it simply didn’t matter. At the end of the day these arent what you work for but they make what you do worth doing.