Here’s a sentimental post for you sentimental folks.
I had this post in draft but decided to puclish it because my bff/roommie bought be this mug because it has my Twitter bio on it. It got my thinking of this post of the same name.
My sis recently watched a movie on Netflix about the tragic stories of a few different people and how they’ve turned it into something positive. Some have nothing but are perfectly happy.
Growing up, for example, is such a difficult thing to do. You grow out of things. You have to start scary new things. You experience things and realize what life is really about. I don’t think I actually started growing up and understanding life until I was 25 and I don’t think there’s anything wrong with that. I still don’t have all the answers.
Take love for example. I believe we were created to love. Love comes naturally to the heart. I’ve had my share of ups and downs and I hadn’t figured love out until recently. Not that I know everything there is to know, but I can understand it better.
It’s a scary thing, love. We open up and put our guard down. We let someone into our world and hope they still feel the same, but what the story books and Disney don’t tell us is that love is a struggle. It isn’t meant to be easy. The beauty of it is that it’s the hardest thing you can do, but you love someone so much that you want to get through everything with him/her. I’ve learned that true love does not come without fighting for it. If it were easy we wouldn’t appreciate it.
I rather wait for someone who is willing to walk through the storm with me because the journey is always the best reward.
I’m almost 30 and I’m just now coming to understand certain things about this crazy, beautiful world. Life is great even when it’s bad, because it’s through those bad times that we learn who we are. So let’s be happy and laugh.
Cheers to life…and to this sentimental post that has no true point…