“The boundary.”

 (10). I didn’t used to know the answer to that question, but I think over the years I’ve grown afraid of my own capabilities. 

All of the skills and gifts that I’ve garnered over the years have fallen subject to scrutiny before I could ever prove my worth. I fear that this is the wrong way to handle my life and that I’ve yet to find an alternative. If I’m unable to do so, then I’m not sure if I’ll ever overcome my fears.

(15). I want to be able to talk about the good times: places I went, people I met, laughs that were shared. There’s a value on hardship, which I think can be just as important, but first I think the moments that made us happiest set us apart from our struggles.



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