Today my Dad told me that I didn’t have to be satisfied to be happy. He told me that even if I am not alright with the state of certain things, I’m still allowed to make the choice to be happy with my life as a whole. Happiness doesn’t equal laziness or settling. It doesn’t meant that I can’t strive to do better. It just means that I can take a look at everything and decide that life is good regardless of the details. How did I get blessed with such a wonderful Dad?
I feel like no matter what I do, someone, somewhere, is going to be mad at me for something.
You don’t really want to stay friends. You just want to still have some sort of control.
"To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable."
You can’t just let things happen to you. Take some control of your life.