There is something so silly about success. Not because it is difficult to achieve, but because when it finally arrives, it looks so ordinary. No one announces that you’ve crossed the finish line.
One day, you simply wake up living the life you once begged God for.
you bloom where you are loved, and that is why you need to learn how to move on, to walk away from suffocating spaces where you can no longer stretch your limbs out. to live well, you have to learn how to leave.
I am impressed by this. Not by their climbing or bypassing security. But to be such a specific kind of crazy, that requires not just bravado but also great skill, and to find someone exactly as crazy, as skilful, as willing, who even happens to look like you and to have them be in love with you... few people will ever be so lucky, few people will ever live life so fully. To be lucky to find this, you don't need to live 80 or 90 years. They have already lived a hundred lives.
some people have so much chemistry there's just no way it's their first life together. Their souls must have loved each other multiples times before. The vibes are too strong to shake