You have no where to be except the depths of your dreams.
It’s the time of night when your phone doesn’t ring and there’s nothing on TV. The food tastes better, the drinks are colder and the hours move slower. The world goes to sleep, while you come alive.
You have no where to be except the depths of your dreams and they’ll wait, because you’ve found a sense of calm while awake and for once, everything seems perfect, and flawless, and silenced of all wrong. It’s a stand still escape. A sight for tired eyes.
Embrace the mess you are and the madness in your head.
Be so excited you’re scared and so scared you’re excited.
Be so afraid your vision blurs and all you see is pain worth feeling.youngandtwenty.com
We’re scared of the people who are going to let us down, kill our dreams and cause us pain. We’re scared of real emotions. The weight of heartache and the misery we must tolerate when we can no longer find sense. We runaway from pain and we cheat ourselves from life.
We’re cowards hoping to numb rejection. Hoping to endure no more then the sting of a paper cut. There are amazingly painful emotions we must learn to survive. We need to get out of our own way, out of our own mind and see that we’re not alone. We’re surrounded by people who bleed red, whose hands shake, whose voices are laced with fear.
So, embrace the mess you are and the madness in your head. Be so excited you’re scared and so scared you’re excited. Be so afraid your vision blurs and all you see is pain worth feeling.
Sometimes life is about the lives you’re saving,
when you don’t even think you can save your own. youngandtwenty.com
Don’t ever let your life end short or you’ll deprive the world of everything you have to offer.
You won’t be there to hold the door open for the fragile lady, overwhelmed with groceries. You won’t be there to smile across the subway to someone suffering Monday morning blues. You won’t tell your co worker a joke you heard on the radio, or send a contagious laugh through the coffee shop line.
Cause them tears from a punch line, not from their loss. Give them smiles for your future, not from your memories. Give them a hug to hold onto, not to remember.
We’re all given the same power to make a difference, to give our life purpose. We’re all able to make good from the bad and turn a life we can’t stand, into a life worth standing for.
So, every time you feel misplaced, and lost in a world where you don’t belong, remember sometimes life is about the lives you’re saving, when you don’t even think you can save your own.
They’ll care if you care and they’ll care if you don’t.
They’ll care if you eat all the food on your plate and they’ll care if you throw it away. They’ll care if you spend three hours at the gym and they’ll care if you waste your day, eating popcorn on the couch.
They’ll care if you care, and they’ll care if you don’t.
They’ll hate the tone in which you say hi and stories you love to tell. They’ll point out every flaw you won’t admit and the ones you can’t defeat, but for as long as you wait for the sting in the words and the glare in their eyes to kill you, you’re only killing yourself. So let them win and one day change you, or let them hate you, let them judge you and let them make you stronger.
There’s no better time to embrace who you really are,
then a time when no one has a clue.youngandtwenty.com
Our teen years fixate on the popularity of the girls with pretty long hair and a drinking problem. The jock like boyfriends that would bend over backwards to hold their books and the instant glamour found, when accessorizing with pink.
It’s the kind of life we hate to want.
We try to find normal so far from what we know, but it’s a matter of time before we realize people don’t change, they simply can’t. We can fight who we are for as long as we have the strength but eventually it’s inevitable and we give up the act.
The twenties come with a lot of hardships. A lot of obstacles we must overcome, but while we’re occupied with the more serious problems life offers, we forget to pretend to be someone else, and there is no better time to embrace who you really are then a time where no one has a clue.
Be proud to be a paint-by-number and they’ll still look at you like art.
You can’t believe the world looks at you any different then the way your mirror does. Your self-image sits as a devil on your shoulder, whispering critique and hate.
You lay your clothes out the night before, shopping at the same stores they do. You buy extra promising foundation, hoping the haunting remains of your teen years will soak into your skin. Your hair won’t grow the way you want it to, your body won’t shape your clothes the way you wish they would.
You do everything to hide your imperfections. To erase the things you hate. To battle the impurities you hide behind, day after day. As hard as it is to believe, you’re more then a number on the scale. More then a number of likes on a picture. So be proud to be a paint-by-number and they’ll still look at you like art.
The monsters and daemons they all live inside us.
We want to be the main character with a promising storyline and lovable flaws, but too often, we are the villains. Too often do we give ourselves the poisonous apple. We turn a gun on the people in our way and willingly put on the mask to taunt the damsel in distress that is ourselves.
We walk away, head held high as everything we know burns in a dramatic explosion, for the monsters and daemons, they all live inside us. Our psychological wounds act as the red stain around our lips or the scar above our eye. It acts as the underlining story, making us the self-destructive people we’re ashamed to be.