little flowers.

maybe it makes sense now. maybe somewhere in all of this theres a reason. maybe somewhere in all of this theres a why. maybe somewhere theres that thing that lets you tie it all up with a neat bow and bury it in the backyard. but nothing, not tears, nothing can make something that happen, unhappen. the passage of time is all too often measured only by loss.

take the bitter with the sweet. accept lifes misfortunes as well as its joys. i try not to worry, but i stay terrified. i need to learn to face difficulties as they happen and not worry uselessly about them beforehand. i need to learn to say, "lets cross that bridge when we come to it," and "here today, gone tomorrow." i dont always need to feel so defeated. theres a lot that im accomplishing, all of the time. whether i choose to acknowledge it or not.