We mature with damage.
Experience is the best teacher,
and the worst experiences,
teach the best lessons.
It's a brutal teacher,
but you learn fast.
The illusion that times that were are better than those that are,
has probably pervaded all ages.
You never get over it,
But you get to a point where it doesn't bother you as much.
The heart surrenders everything to the moment,
The mind judges and holds back.
I am homesick all the time,
I just don't know where home is.
There's this promise of happiness out there.
I know it,
I even can feel it at times,
But it is like chasing the moon,
The moment I think I have it,
it disappears into the horizon.
What worries you,
masters you.
I expect so much from myself,
from my mind and my body,
that it is only fair to say sorry.
Sorry for complaining about being tired,
without having rested properly.
Sorry for overloading my mind with things and expecting to do everything perfectly.
Sorry for forgetting that I am not a machine and I can break down.
I am always careful not to hurt everyone's feelings,
But I never consider that I also need to apologize to myself for everything I put me through.
The sky is so tragically beautiful,
A graveyard of stars.
And just like the sky,
My heart is a slave of your memory,
A graveyard of emotions.
I am so obsessed with finding someone to love me
because I can't love myself.
It is sad, isn't it?
I once thought worlds of you,
and now you're just another lesson.
We tell our stories differently,
don't we,
you and I?
I am awfully difficult.
But I do know when I love someone,
And I have loved you ever since I can remember.
And if I had another heart,
I would let you break that one too.
All hearts crave love,
even the bitter ones.
These are the days that must happen to you.
At the end of the day,
you can either focus on what's tearing you apart,
or what's holding you together.
Every next level of your life,
will demand a different you.
And as I shed my skin for the next level,
I tend to hold on to my old self,
Because maybe,
I am too scared of change.
Maybe,
Sometimes the light shines from the door you forgot you left open.
I am both worse and better than you thought.
I am a different person to different people.
Annoying to one,
Talented to another,
Quiet to a few,
Unknown to many,
But who am I,
To me?
I became so good at pretending,
I became so good that after a while the lines blurred between my truth and fiction.
And sometimes,
When I did a really good job of pretending,
I even fooled myself.
People start to heal,
The moment they feel heard.
The soul always knows how to heal itself,
the challenge is to silence the mind.
I have lost and loved and won and cried myself to the person I am today.
Once you have been in the dark,
you learn to appreciate everything that shines.
We're all more than the person we show to everyone else,
At least I hope so,
Because I feel there's more to me than that.
I just haven't had the chance yet to show it.
I feel like I am waiting for something,
that is never going to happen.
I guess you will never get what you deserve,
if you stay with what you tolerate.
