And that is how change happens. One gesture. One person. One moment at a time.
People have a habit of inventing fictions they will believe wholeheartedly in order to ignore the truth they cannot accept.
You can never really know someone completely. That’s why it’s the most terrifying thing in the world, really—taking someone on faith, hoping they’ll take you on faith too. It’s such a precarious balance, It’s a wonder we do it at all. And yet.
We all do things we desperately wish we could undo. Those regrets just become part of who we are, along with everything else. To spend time trying to change that, well, it's like chasing clouds.
I should never be left alone with my mind for too long.
There are no safe choices. Only other choices.
Sometimes we seek that which we are not yet ready to find.
I am a jumble of passions, misgivings, and wants. It seems that I am always in a state of wishing and rarely in a state of contentment.
What if evil doesn't really exist? What if evil is something dreamed up by man, and there is nothing to struggle against except out own limitations? The constant battle between our will, our desires, and our choices?