Things can change so quickly that everything becomes so frighteningly uncertain.
But I like to think that security can be found in insecurity. One minute you're in love, the next minute you're not. One minute you're on top of the world, the next minute you're buried under a deep pile of shit. Come what may.
What matters is being strong.
"Being strong. What does that mean?" I asked my friend.
He said, "The ability to accept things as they are."
To acknowledge and accept things not just as they are but as they come. And to be able to deal with them.
I try not to think beyond the next minute.
I've spent my whole life waiting for people and waiting for things to happen and waiting to know how not to wait anymore before realizing the pointlessness in waiting. Nothing freezes when you wait. Everything and everyone moves relentlessly, at breakneck speed, even you, even when you wait. Time passes anyhow.
Memories can wait. Feelings, can wait. They don't belong to you. They're stuck in a perfect fantasy land, a garden with blooming flowers, far beyond your beating heart. They left your shell of a body the instance you became aware of them.
Don't stand still, keep walking. Take whatever you can get, and move. If its meant to be, its meant to be. Be thankful.
Breathe, breathe, breathe.
Move, move, move.