No Survivors.

Weā€™re enslaved to the things we canā€™t control, thatā€™s life. Our faults are the things we can change, and donā€™t. We go through life with such slow precaution in fear of losing what we have, despite not knowing what it is. Life takes prisoners but leaves no survivors so donā€™t settle for a life, confined within your worries. Donā€™t sacrifice control of your future for security in right now.

A Gloomy Day.

Not enough people appreciate the beauty in a gloomy day. The sky teases us for hours with raindrops and distant thunder. Itā€™s a day of suspense, a beautiful build up. We carry on, living our lives beneath a chaotic mess and we live knowing the end is worth waiting for.

The darkest days have the quietest air, letting a personā€™s true self be revealed for thereā€™s no better test then how someone weathers the storm.

Thunderstorms arenā€™t sadness just like happiness isnā€™t the sun. Just like people who leave the clouds in the hands of the sky see a different allure then those who hold the clouds on a string.

They’ll Care.

They’ll care if you care and they’ll care if you don’t.
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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, butĀ 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.Ā 

The Kind of Life We Hate to Want.

There’s no better time to embrace who you really are,
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Our teen years fixate on the popularity of the girls with pretty long hair and a drinking problem. The jock like boyfriends thatĀ 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,Ā 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 moreĀ 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.

Don’t Say Anything.

Don’t say, “still”? Don’t say, “I thought you got over that”. Don’t say anything if you can’t understand the way pain lingers.
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We hate when people assume things just pass. If you see me in a month, IĀ  might stillĀ be confused. If you see me in a year, IĀ  might still be insecure. If you see me when I’m smiling, I might still be in pain.

Don’t say, “still”? Don’t say, “I thought you got over that”. Don’t say anything if you can’t understand the way pain lingers.

It could be so simple if we had the same thoughts, same fears, same goals. ItĀ would be so simpleĀ to understand the walls people build, the laughs that are true and the tears that they drown in.

So we have to rememberĀ that despite tomorrow’s promise for a better day, we can’t just shut off the pain that we felt today.