Opposite of Always

Don’t be afraid. Take chances. And when those don’t work out, take more.

Maybe it’s not how something ends that matters. Maybe it’s about having something good, even for a little while.

The things is, you don't forfeit your whole world to prove your feelings to someone. You bring your worlds together. You get more world, not less.

You can try your hardest to change something - exhaust every possibility- and sometimes it's still not enough. But almost means you were there. You did all you could. In the end, it's the smallest decisions that matter the most. The seemingly insignificant choices we make every day- To be honest with the people we love and ourselves- To let go of the things we can't control, and appreciate the things we can. Sometimes it's hard to see how much these things mean. But they add up. They mean everything.

Nothing good in life comes easy, but it’s about deciding each day that you will stick with it.

You are an incredible young man. No one gets to decide your worth except you. And you are worth anything and everything,

But sometimes you're wrong for the right reasons.

People always say they're happy you're happy until they're afraid that maybe your happiness is affecting their happiness and then they're not so happy about you being so happy.

Remember me, remember us, as a time of day.

And I hate the moon. I hate the Stars. I hate the darkening sky. And rain and fog. I hate hospitals. and beds with sheets. And every machine ever made. And nurses and doctors. Keep her alive, that was the one thing they had to do. That was the one thing I had to do. And I hate myself most of all. My terrible lies. You’re gonna be okay, I told her. I had no right. I wasn’t right. I was the worst wrong.

Nothing good in life comes easy, but it's about deciding each day that you will stick with it. You choose to stay, to work, to love, and you keep choosing.

We love to say everything's going to be okay, but honestly there's no way to know. And okay can mean so many different things. Such as: This cereal is okay. The movie, eh, it was okay I'm waiting for Dad to give me the okay about the road trip. But applied to people it generally sounds terrible -- So, what do you think about the new kid? Eh. He seems okay Yo, I heard about your mom. How's she holding up? She's okay. Hey, I heard you lost a kidney. How are you doing, man? I'm okay. Okay isn't as comforting as I think people intend it to be.

You don’t strike me as a person who’d let anything dictate her plans, the world included.

The only thing worse than losing someone you love is losing them again. People say I’d do anything to see them again, to hear their voice just once more, but what they don’t consider is losing them all over again. That it doesn’t get easier. If anything, it’s harder. So much harder.

That out of everyone in the world, I can't think of a single person I'd rather spend my literal dying moments with than you.

But that’s the thing about expectation. Most times it’s just a setup.

People always say they’re happy you’re happy until they’re afraid that maybe your happiness is affecting their happiness and then they’re not so happy about you being so happy.

You can try your hardest to change something-exhaust every possibility-and sometimes it's still not enough. But almost means you were there. You did all you could.

You have to talk to me, J." She crosses her arms. "I am." "No, you're talking through me and sometimes at me, but not to me.

IRL, there are no video game power ups for broken hearts. But this is something It’s not nothing

So the earth rotates around the sun, right? And it would be super weird for it to start happening the other way around, right? Like, suddenly the sun starts revolving around the earth- Except that sorta like what loving someone is all about – You’re moving along life, doing your thing, managing your priorities and commitments- And then suddenly you meet THE ONE. And you fall completely out of the orbit you’ve been spinning in. And now you’re doing laps around this new world. And you’re hoping gravity can sustain you. But there’s no way of knowing if it can until you realise it can’t. Guess it’s all an orbit of faith.

You know the crazy thing is, at the hospital, they’re always asking you to rate your pain, one to ten. Except no one’s asking about the pain in here.” Kate points to her head. “Or here.” She moves her finger to her chest, left of centre. “Because there’s no rating for that. Numbers don’t go high enough.

You have your whole life to live, to find what truly makes you happy. There’s no rush –“ “Who says I’m rushing? Why can’t I have the real thing now? What if Kate’s the one? People act as though you have to wait for everything good in life. Sometimes good things happen earlier than you expected. Sometimes you don’t have to wait.” ‘…because love is knowing the bad is there but choosing to appreciate the good.

When you’re a kid, you think your parents have it all together. That they know what they’re doing. And then one day you realise they’re just as screwed up as you. They’re just old and screwed up.

It’s odd – you put so much time and energy into something, and then it’s over, a new thing already forming in its place.

People love to say, “There’s someone for everyone.” It’s one of those ‘feel better’ things your mom tells you after your relationship has crashed and burned, or your normally noncommunicative dad mumbles as he slaps you between your shoulder blades, then announces “good talk.” But it’s mostly true. If you consider how many people are walking around this planet, there has to be someone you could fit perfectly with, right? The person who makes your heart say super-cray things like “I’ll love you forever” and “I can’t wait to meet your parents” and “Oh, sure, let’s definitely get each other’s names tattooed on our necks.” The problem is we spend most of our puny lives chasing someone else’s someone, and, if we’re lucky, we end up with only a third of the time we could’ve spent with the person truly meant for us. That is, if we don’t wind up missing them altogether.

But the doors stop swinging, and theres a loud clink, a latching sound that seems better suited for a correctional facitily, as they lock me and the other unauthorized people away from the people we love. From the people we need. So that they can try to save them. So that we're not there when they can't

The problem is we spend most of our puny lives chasing someone else’s someone, and, if we’re lucky, we end up with only a third of the time we could’ve spent with the person truly meant for us. That is, if we don’t wind up missing them altogether.

So, maybe it’s not how something ends that matters. Maybe it’s about having something good, even for a little while.

Only I’m learning that sometimes it’s not what you say that matters most. Or not even what you don’t say. Those things are cool, helpful even. But it’s about doing. Do something. Do anything. Do what you can and then when it feels like you’ve done all you could, do more.