"There are so few people given us to love. I want to tell my daughters this, that each time you fall in love it is important, even at nineteen. Especially at nineteen. And if you can, at nineteen, count the people you love on one hand, you will not, at forty, have run out of fingers on the other. There are so few people given us to love and they all stick."
//Anne Enright; The Gathering
There is nothing better than chilling with friends you haven't hung with out in the longest time on a drizzly Saturday afternoon over wings, pizzas, and frappes. Just talking, just sharing, just being authentic. I don't think I will ever tire of hearing peoples' stories; the things they go through, the hurts they have, the ways they learn to have faith in those that they love. And in some ways, it made me think of the ways in which we've grown since we entered Uni and it made me miss the days we spent in utter innocence. When being nice was all that you needed to know about somebody, when hanging out meant we loitered endlessly in coffeeshops, when our only worry was making trainings and tutorials. From when in time did it turn into choices, decisions, lines drawn in the sand?
So let your heart be broken, let your temper be lost. Let your scars heal, let your life go on. What is broken and rebuilt can only be stronger. Beauty is only ever found in imperfection.
"There are so few people given us to love. I want to tell my daughters this, that each time you fall in love it is important, even at nineteen. Especially at nineteen. And if you can, at nineteen, count the people you love on one hand, you will not, at forty, have run out of fingers on the other. There are so few people given us to love and they all stick."
//Anne Enright; The Gathering
There is nothing better than chilling with friends you haven't hung with out in the longest time on a drizzly Saturday afternoon over wings, pizzas, and frappes. Just talking, just sharing, just being authentic. I don't think I will ever tire of hearing peoples' stories; the things they go through, the hurts they have, the ways they learn to have faith in those that they love. And in some ways, it made me think of the ways in which we've grown since we entered Uni and it made me miss the days we spent in utter innocence. When being nice was all that you needed to know about somebody, when hanging out meant we loitered endlessly in coffeeshops, when our only worry was making trainings and tutorials. From when in time did it turn into choices, decisions, lines drawn in the sand?
So let your heart be broken, let your temper be lost. Let your scars heal, let your life go on. What is broken and rebuilt can only be stronger. Beauty is only ever found in imperfection.
