It’s the little things that are big things,
that you’re throwing away with the hands of the clock.
We spend our lives waiting for the weekend, for retirement, for the alarm clock to ring. We wait for love to find us, for happiness to shine on us, for success to cling to our name. We’re waiting for a tomorrow that isn’t promised.
Your life is not your friends wedding, or an annual family vacation. It isn’t an anticipated payday or the joy of the Christmas season. Your life is seconds that turn into minutes, months that turn into years.
Your life is everything you’ll one day look back on. The emotions you felt and the memories you made. It’s the little things that are big things, that you’re throwing away with the hands of the clock.
Our pasts won’t be right now because
right now is us and right now is perfect.
It’s the start of a good thing, the start of a love song, the start of a moment meant to last. Because after tonight the stars will dance a little different, and the waves will kiss a little softer and the sun will beam a little brighter. We’ll share yesterday’s that will change our tomorrow’s. We’ll tell secrets we can’t take back, make memories we can’t forget. Our pasts will be that time, or I remember when. They won’t be right now because right now is us and right now is perfect.
Don’t settle for a life, confined within your worries.
We’re enslaved to the things we can’t control, that’s life. Our faults are the things we can change, and don’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 don’t settle for a life, confined within your worries. Don’t sacrifice control of your future for security in right now.
Not enough people appreciate the beauty in a gloomy day. The sky teases us for hours with raindrops and distant thunder. It’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 person’s true self be revealed for there’s no better test then how someone weathers the storm.
Thunderstorms aren’t sadness just like happiness isn’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 come and go like a game of catch
between water and sand.
They don’t cheat because you’re not enough, they cheat because they aren’t. They don’t have the ability to love you day to night. They don’t have the confidence to see what they want in your eyes, so they come and go like a game of catch between water and sand.
You’ll see their lips moving as they patch it with a lie.
They’ll blindfold you with love, fault you for the betrayal.
We have to stop blaming ourselves for someone elses wrongs. We have to realize we don’t deserve the hurt we’ve been assigned the way we deserve the life we get cheated out of, when we get cheated on.
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.