and it’s the birthday of two nice people in my lab.
and I learned a lot in my lectures, largely about Mutations;
and now here I am; thinking
True tests of control are those moments when we don’t want to.
When we want to give up and lash out, that’s when we need to be strongest.
That’s when we need to hold on the most.
Not when it’s easy.
When you remain in control for so long
People forget how volatile you are/were and start to
And then the old thoughts start riding in on horseback
and I end up stuck, being torn in half by the option of letting loose
and lashing out, or locking myself down even harder as I feel myself getting angrier and angrier.
bah humbug, I don’t have time to deal with these issues, which is just adding fuel to the fire :\
You had me
I was yours
I gave up.
For once, I stopped fighting back.
So why did I wash up on shore?
like a toy you got bored with.
Why couldn’t you have just kept me
and let time and salt wear down my bones.
"But is it such a bad thing to live like this for just a little while? Just for a few months of one’s life, is it so awful to travel through time with no greater ambition than to find the next lovely meal? Or to learn how to speak a language for no higher purpose than that it pleases your ear to hear it? Or to nap in a garden, in a patch of sunlight, in the middle of the day, right next to your Favorited fountain? And then to do it again the next day?"
— Elizabeth Gilbert (via purplebuddhaproject)