My 12 year old niece just told me “unless life gives you water and sugar, your lemonade is going to suck”.
GOD, GRANT ME THE SERENITY TO ACCEPT THE THINGS I CANNOT CHANGE, THE COURAGE TO CHANGE THE THINGS I CAN, AND THE WISDOM TO KNOW THE DIFFERENCE.
LET YOUR PAST MAKE YOU BETTER, NOT BITTER
things i said
“the idea itself isn’t entirely executed until it’s finished.” i’ve been thinking a lot about generic words and feelings we have using those words. mostly how casually they come out of our mouths without the intended meaning. powerful words are too often used out of context and they become comparable to conjunctions. when did “sorry” become a conjunction? how do we compassionately express our feelings, sorrow, forgiveness, thankfulness if we’re abusing the words that define them? love? where do we draw the line on the use of these words? when are we ever really okay? sorry? thankful? pleading? words don’t belong to us the way we want them to. they’re only a crutch we have abused to say what we can’t express. maybe we wouldn’t be sorry if we hadn’t done what ever it was to be sorry for in the first place. words are to humans as letters are to words. there’s too much saying and no doing. i don’t buy it anymore. the honesty, sincerity and truth is too vague.