Posts tagged life.
Look at the birds. Even flying
out of nothing. The first sky
is inside you, friend, open
at either end of day.
The work of wings
was always freedom, fastening
one heart to every falling thing.
Responsibility to yourself means that you don’t fall for shallow and easy solutions—predigested books and ideas, marrying early as an escape from real decisions, getting pregnant as an evasion of already existing problems. It means that you refuse to sell your talents and aspirations short…and this, in turn, means resisting the forces in society which say that women should be nice, play safe, have low professional expectations, drown in love and forget about work, live through others, and stay in the places assigned to us. It means that we insist on a life of meaningful work, insist that work be as meaningful as love and friendship in our lives. It means, therefore, the courage to be “different”.
““We all marry our second or third or fourth best choice. It is just life.””
i absolutely 150% disagree with this statement and 250% hope it’s not true.
I needed this
every once and a while, i find myself completely overwhelmed by how awesome my life is.
in the normal sense, there’s nothing all that special about it. i barely make enough money to get myself through the month, i eat a lot of fast food and mac and cheese, my job is sometimes thankless and sometimes, i feel really alone. but, i’d like to think that most people have those problems, at least for some portion of their life.
but, aside from being poor, having a high calorie intake, working too hard for too little and eating a pint of ice cream in bed by myself every once and a while, my life is fucking awesome.
i have incredible friends who care about me, a family who is always there when i need them, an extremely hot, smart and talented boyfriend, and i spend almost every single weekend in manhattan, having the time of my life with people i can see myself enjoying for the rest of it.
i find that sometimes you just have to take a quick look around you and remember what you’ve got. sometimes, when i’m sitting in the backseat of my car driving over the george washington bridge at four in the morning on a saturday, looking at the city lights over the water, i feel so grateful for everything that i have (but more than anything, for the boy driving and the friends we’ve left behind for the night).