
even your worst, your very worst moment, imagine that there is (because there is) a lengthy queue of those who would give their eye teeth to be able to live it in your place. it is so difficult to be grateful for things, really, isn't it. things we enjoy are great and lovely and all that, maybe those bits are easier to be grateful for, but often, and especially when one looks back, the times that, at the, err, time, have seemed bad, when the way seems so utterly lost, have been the times of most change, growth, paths found forwards. it's so difficult to see patterns when they're smooshed right up in your face, but somehow holding a trust that things will, fundamentally, work out, is important. trust that life will catch you. it won't let you drop. it might have a fucking funny way of showing it, but life wants you to live it. and to get somewhere. where is kind of up to you; life doesn't care. it just invites you to head on forwards, somehow. anyhow. trusting it. and starting again, if you need to. every moment a new chance
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