Hurt people hurt people. That’s how pain patterns gets passed on, generation after generation after generation. Break the chain today. Meet anger with sympathy, contempt with compassion, cruelty with kindness. Greet grimaces with smiles. Forgive and forget about finding fault. Love is the weapon of the future.
As you get older you collect a large number of strangers that used to be friends.
As you get older you start to recognize the patterns and your heart aches for those you see drifting away beyond your grasp.
Some days, in your memories, you remember every smile and every confession that you shared.
Some days, when the fog is heavy or the mist is neverending, you miss them the most.
“I wanted to prove that I was myself, but I wasn’t anybody. I was fluid. Yes, that’s the word. Fluid. Never taking a shape for long, just trying on shapes.”