i saw an article called "make peace with your unlived life" and it really made me stop and think. so much of our lives is mourning for what we didn't become. It's a waste. we didn't waste any opportunities. what came and went was not meant for us.
i started my 20s over at 28 cause the past 5 years been so shitty after covid. i’m 23 again til i feel like being my real age. no i won’t be explaining
We’re all making sense of life through something.
Maybe it’s music
Maybe it’s astrology
Maybe it’s religion
Maybe it’s love
But that’s all we’re trying to do at the end of the day.. make sense of it all.
an ivy league grad is the main suspect for shooting the united healthcare ceo and the person who snitched was a mcdonalds worker. shakespeare couldn’t have written this shit.
so much of adulthood is just grieving in secret. grieving ex lovers, grieving dead friendships, grieving your parents sinking into old age, grieving the person you thought you'd grow into. grieving cities you never got to live in. grieving parts of you that couldn't survive.