Sometimes it can be hard to pull your head out of the sand in order to see what’s happening around you. Often at times, it’s much easier to do this instead of facing the world. The only problem is, even though you’re head is covered by the earth, your body is still out in the open for all to see.
Being scared is normal; it’s human nature really. Yet for some reason, shame is - and probably always will be - associated with it. It’s seen as a weakness. A vulnerability. I feel as though this is why people hide their fears from those around them. Push them deep down to a place where only they know exists. Usually when this is done, it is a fear for life. And will always come back to haunt those who shame it. These things that scare you and I - they come to the surface for a reason…I perceive that reason to mean it needs to be dealt with, not swept under a blanket to be found at a later time when it’s seriously not welcome.
Try this: instead of being ashamed of the things that scare you in life, drag them out of your consciousness and face them. Share them. Accept them. They may not go away, in fact many of them never will…but once you bring them to the home-front, they will have no other option than to fight. And fight is what you must do yourself, along side of your fears. Fight for what you want, fight for what you need, fight for what makes you happy.
Fight for your life. Because it’s worth it.
29 days and counting.
Oh, Buster…you’ve finally become a man. Sort of.
(via attendez)
My work is pretty darn serene at times.
We confess our little faults to persuade people that we have no large ones.
—François de La ROCHEFOUCAULD
Sometimes I wonder about why certain things happen. Why good things happen to bad people, or bad things happen to good people…I’m pretty sure there is no reason though. Things just happen. That’s the way it is, and that’s something we have to live with at the end of the day. The only thing that makes it easier, is the fact that sometimes - when you least expect it - good things happen to those who deserve it. And that’s something we get to live with at the end of the day.
Yes, those are licensed Ray•Bans…and yes, they were found in the middle of the road by the GO station.
A sign of good luck to come? I have no doubt.
Nostalgia is heroin for old people.
—DARA O’BRIAIN
