…it would appear I’ve been swinging to the extremes. I’m either suddenly very talkative, or I hug the cottage house pillow and retreat into myself like a snail. As it turns out, it’s not particularly due to any other reason than me trying to dwell retrospectively on my numerous actions.
Every now and then, I find myself thinking about all the things I’ve done, or planned to do, or accomplished, or messed up, or succeeded at. And every now and then, I find myself wishing I could speak to a younger version of myself.
It’s not even to impact wisdom or anything like that. My message to him would have been, would have always been me telling him it’s okay.
That it’s okay to not be prepared.
That it is okay to be scared.
That it is okay to fall for someone even if the feelings are ‘one-way’.
That it is okay to care, especially when it feels like no one seems to give a damn.
That it is okay to show how you really feel when things seem to be spiraling out of control.
That its okay to not know what comes next. To Let God do what he does best.
But most importantly, that he’s not alone. That he’s got friends who love him, family who cherish his presence and how different life would be if he could look higher, much higher past the clouds that he’s been staring at.
It’s going to be okay, because I’m okay.
So smile 🙂