If you're in a bad situation, don't worry it'll change. If you're in a good situation, don't worry it'll change” is the ETERNAL TRUTH.
We all flee in the hope of finding some ground of security, however, running, you should know, is a kind of stillness. It's the things we run from that hurt us the most. You can run, but sooner or later, you run out of places to run to. If you want it you’ll find a way, if not you’ll find an excuse.
It’s funny how the people who know the least, have the most to say and the people, who know the most, walk away.
You can’t escape God, and you can’t escape your skeletons in the closet. They will always be there until you take them out from behind those dusty old moth-eaten coats. Your exterior facade of ‘everything is alright’ only works for a little while, and then the cracks begin to show. You can only hide behind yourself for so long. You can’t keep running!
You learned to run from what you feel, and that's why you have nightmares. To deny is to invite madness. To accept is to control. Running away was easy; not knowing what to do next was the hard part.
There aren't any rules to running away from your problems. No checklist of things to cross off. No instructions. Eeny, meeny, pick a path and go. But our problems always find us. Sometimes quicker than others. Sometimes one month and sometimes six. There's no rule when it comes to that, either. Not about how long it takes for the problems to catch up with us. Just that they will, that much is a given. And then it's time to run again to a new town, a new home, or a new school.
But if there aren't any rules, I wonder why it feels the same every time. Feels like we leave behind a little bit of who we were in each house we've left empty. Scattering pieces of ourselves in towns all over the place. A trail of crumbs dotting the map from everywhere we've left to everywhere we go. And they don't make any pictures when we connect dots. They are random like the stars littering the sky at night.
If you break your neck, if you have nothing to eat, if your house is on fire, then you got a problem. Everything else is inconvenience. We have no right to ask when sorrow comes, "Why did this happen to me?" unless we ask the same question for every moment of happiness that comes our way.
“The robbed one that smiles, steals something from the thief.” ~William Shakespeare, in Othello
If I had a formula for bypassing trouble, I would not pass it round. Trouble creates a capacity to handle it. I don't embrace trouble; that's as bad as treating it as an enemy. But I do say meet it as a friend, for you'll see a lot of it and at that time you had better be on speaking terms with it.
The healthy and strong individual is the one who asks for help when he needs it. Whether he's got an abscess on his knee or in his soul.
Birds sing after a storm; why shouldn't people feel as free to delight in whatever remains to them?
“You may not realize it when it happens, but a kick in the teeth may be the best thing in the world for you.” ~Walt Disney
If you don't like something change it; if you can't change it, change the way you think about it.
The problem is not that there are problems. The problem is expecting otherwise and thinking that having problems is a problem.
