The Year I Met You

You are a circus act all of your own and I cannot help but be your audience.

Silent people hold a magic and a knowledge that less contained people lack; that their not saying something means that more important thoughts are going on inside their head. Perhaps their seeming simplicity belies a hidden mosaic of fanciful thoughts.

I am hungry for something to do, somewhere to go.

The Transformation from Chrysalis can take weeks, months or even years- mine took one year. And although I have become this person, I'm still in the midst of a Larger transformation, one that I won't recognize until I look back at me now and say"who was that girl?" We are constantly evolving; I suppose I have always known that, but because I always knew that, I feared stopping, and it is Ironic that it was only when I finally stopped that i moved the most. I know now that we never truly stop, our Journey is never complete, because we will continue to flourish- just as when the caterpillar thought the world was Over, it became a Butterfly.

If you have to say something, you have to say it now. And now more importantly, you have to do it yourself. It's your life, you're the one who dies, you're the one who loses it.

I feel now like I'm living in a goldfish bowl and all I can see and hear from every window in my home is you. You, you, you.

Despite time being infinite, my time was limited, my time was running out. I realized that my hour and someone else's hour are not equal. We cannot spend it the same way; we cannot think of it in the same way.

All thoughts about myself now begin with perhaps .. because I'm having to think about myself in ways I never did before and I'm not sure if I'm right in my thinking about these things.

It bothers me that so many lack common sense, that their opinions can be so biased and backward, so utterly frustrating,misguided,misinformed and dangerous that I can't stand to listen to them.

I've learned that there are two always two stories to one event: the public story and the truth.

When you don't have a next place to go, time slows down enormously.

Sometimes the very thing I am looking for is staring me straight in the face, but I can't see it.

In order to fly one must first clear the shit off one's wings. First step is to identify the shit.

If you want to do something, you have to do it now. If you want to say something, you have to say it now. And more importantly, you have to do it yourself. It’s your life, you’re the one who dies, you’re the one who loses it.

I mourned for a life that I'd lost.

I lost something that I thought defined me and I felt like a shell of a person. Instead of trying to get it back, I had to figure out why I couldn't be whole all by myself.

Wanting everything that's mine to actually be mine and not at the mercy of others and their mistakes.

I nurtured with a view to eventually saying goodbye, he nurtured to hold on.

I constantly feel hungry, metaphorically and literally. I am hungry for something to do, somewhere to go, but I'm also hungry for everything in my kitchen because it's there, right beside me, every day and I have nothing better to do than eat it. I am bored. And as much as it pains me to say it, I am lonely. I can go an entire day without any socialisation, without a conversation with anyone. I wonder sometimes if I'm invisible.

People are what bother me most in life. It bothers me that so many lack common sense,

Hence all thoughts about myself now begin with Perhaps... because I'm having to think about myself in ways I never did before and I'm not sure if I'm right in my thinking about those things.

Summer The seasons between spring and autumn, comprising in the Northern Hemisphere the warmest months of the year: June, July and August. The period of finest development, perfection, or beauty previous to any decline; the summer of life.

Most people in life don't have to actively do anything to change us, they simply need to be. I reacted to you. You affected me. You helped me.

We are constantly evolving; I suppose I have always known that, I feared stopping, and it is ironic that it was only when I finally stopped that I moved the most. I know now that we never truly stop, our journey is never complete, because we will continue to flourish - just as when the caterpillar thought the world was over, it became a butterfly.

the message is that no matter how stuck we feel, we are always moving, and transforming. All difficult moments are transitional times, we are always evolving, and becoming the next version of ourselves. We just need to know that and stick it out.

Sometimes I forget why I feel that way, I just have this feeling that something bad has happened to me and affected my life.

Just as when the caterpillar thought the world was over, it became a butterfly.

Instead, the act of going back made new memories, and everytime I went I would add another layer on top of her memory, until eventually I'd buried them completely and all of those places stopped being about my past with her and became my present.

ali oduvijek sam se nadala da su šutljivi ljudi upućeni u magiju i znanja koja nedostaju manje suzdržanim ljudima, da to što negovore znači da im se glavom motaju važnije misli. Možda njihova prividna jednostavnost krije tajni mozaik zamršenih misli

You reap what you sow, even in death. And so i got about sowing