It’s all too familiar, this feeling.
Like it’s right.
That it all feels like puzzle pieces fitting together,
satisfying and exciting all at once.
How the different shapes fit snugly into one another. Sides abutting and edges touching.
Like you want to know what’s going to come next.
What piece you’re going to find.
What the big picture is going to be.

It’s like a huge puzzle.
The intricacies and the complexities of a person.
All rolled and mixed and twirled into one big picture.

Which, on first impression, is shattered into a million pieces.
And then, with each breath, each touch, each secret,
You find piece after piece,
Jigsaw after jigsaw,
Picture after picture.

Until all the colours,
all the twists and turns,
All the nuances
Come together and you finally see them in all their wonder.
And then you decide.

You decide, if it was worth it.
And you decide, if there is hope.

When did it happen? When did you realise that the silence over the dinner table was one too many, that ‘i love you’ was just something you said everyday before going to work, that the person you decided to spend the rest of your life with turned out to be a total stranger after all.

At what point do we look at each other and say, Do I know you? How did you come to be here? What are you doing in my bed? We’ve drifted apart and you’re not the person I fell in love with.

But we hate letting go. We hate that empty feeling we get, when we are left all alone, in the big empty house that we used to call home. And time passes, and then what? At what point would we then say, “hey, what are you doing in my bed, with someone else?’

A stitch in time saves nine. Do not do tomorrow, what you can do today. Seize the moment and save yourself the trouble. You were both in love once, but now, it’s over. It was over a long time ago.

Thomas Edison found 1000 ways not to make a lightbulb.

We make mistakes everyday. If someone tabulated and tallied every single mistake we made in that one day, and did that for a whole month, the list would most definitely be longer than our arms.

1. I should definitely have not eaten that cheesecake.
2. I shouldn’t have texted him.
3. I never want to see him again.
4. I trusted him.
5. I got in a fight.
6. I tripped over a rock and sprained my ankle.
7. I fell in love

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The list goes on.

We will never find the right way to live life. Life is full of stupid things and stupid mistakes and stupid lies and stupid truths. We stumble around life like we live in the dark. Falling where we shouldn’t and tripping over things that don’t matter.

We think we grow up when we’re 18 but we really don’t grow up at all.

We all don’t grow up. But we all don’t grow up, together. Sometimes you need that extra push in the right direction. Sometimes, you find yourself fumbling, stumbling, muttering. Until someone comes and switches on the light bulb. For all the world to see.

It’s funny how people hold a certain value for things that nobody else would.

A particular building, A faded photograph, The way the light shines in through that one window.

More often than not, it’s because it reminds us of something we encountered when we were children. It reminds us of that time when we were free. Free from responsibility, free from rules, regulations, taxes, traffic jams and awkward moments. Free from the government, disease, anger, hurt, corruption. It reminds us of a time, when we were simply content. When getting an ice cream was the best thing in the world and running around outside was a treat. When our imaginations run wild and adventures reigned. We might have only had a few blankets, pillows, some toy blocks and a spade but our playtimes were full of dragons, secret codes, damsels in distress and the hero to save the day.

But maybe we don’t grow up. Maybe our imaginations just change. The models we see could have been the beautiful princesses we dreamt about. The tasks the massive dragons we had to fight. Children are the bravest people in the world. And well, we were all kids once. Weren’t we?

‘To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you like everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting.’

‘Promise me you’ll always remember; you’re braver than you believe, and stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think.’

And all I can taste is this moment.
And all I can breathe is your life.

I just don't want to miss you tonight.

Missing somebody, is like, living your whole life with a blind spot in the corner of your vision. You could probably go on living with no problems whatsoever, but everytime you glance over at that blind spot, you realise how important to you it is. You realise that whatever you do, however much you try to ignore it, it's never going to go away. And when you decide to face it, head on, no regrets, you realise that the blind spot only gets bigger and bigger. Until you don't see anything else except for the emptiness that you've been lost in your whole life

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