There Are Certain Kinds Of Silence That

I Think I Need To Face What I Could Have Been In Order To Understand And Accept What I Am.

We Have A Tendency To Put Ourselves Last, We Concentrate On Everything Else; Work, Friends, Family, Home Issues, But We Ignore The Deeper Stuff Until It Becomes So Compressed That It Can Explode.

Truth Is, Something That I Thought Was Perfect Was Taken Away From Me, And I Never Wanted Perfect Again. I Wanted Middle Of The Road, Stuff I Didn’t Care About So That I Couldn’t Lose Anything I Really Loved Ever Again.

What If We Knew What Tomorrow Would Bring? Would We Fix It? Could We?

Some People Say That You Shouldn't Operate From A Place Of Fear But If There Is No Fear, How Is There A Challenge?