The older I get, the more I believe in the idea that there is a time and a place for everything under the Sun. This is all a big learning process. There comes a point in everyone's life when you start to really feel who you are. Not know or think but you can feel the deepest, most genuine parts of yourself coming into being. Do you run with it or do you suppress it? 'Cause being intellectual and being smart are two different things. Like saying you're going to do the right thing and actually doing it are.
We break glasses at holidays when we're younger. Everything is replaceable. We don't know the worth of things. We don't understand that time is money and money is work and working is hard. We don't worry about our mother's sighs as she sweeps up the broken glass. Those were her favorites. It's just a little oopsy and before you know it, we're back doing laps around the house with cousins and siblings.
Now I'm not saying we have to break things before we can know what they're worth. What I'm trying to communicate is the idea that there is a time and a place for ignorance. There is a time and a place for when we don't know what's going on and when we don't care what happens. There is a time and a place for those days when we feel lethargic and bitter. But how long is that supposed to last?
Taking accountability is hard. Being able to say, "I fucked up" is HARD. But it's not impossible to get out.
There are times to be naive and times to be disillusioned. There are times to be elated and "warm and fuzzy" and there are times when we reserve the right to shut the whole world out. And I want you to know that's okay.
I just hope (from the most firey parts of my heart) that you aren't denying yourself .. yourself. You deserve to be who are without feeling guilty or ashamed or embarrassed. 'Cause I still think you're wonderful.
But what do I know?
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