What does living life to the fullest actually mean? How is that even possible for someone like me who constantly feels trapped in this small city of no great opportunities? I don’t want to sound negative and spit on my hometown but… it really is dull around here and I feel like I’m a bird with broken wings just waiting to take flight. This feeling is rather frustrating and depressing.
…Or I may just be looking in all of the wrong places for great things to happen.
"Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence."
— The Little Prince (via aposse)
I guess I’ll always have a soft spot for you.
"Have patience with everything that remains unsolved in your heart. Try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books written in a foreign language. Do not now look for the answers. They cannot now be given to you because you could not live them. It is a question of experiencing everything. At present you need to live the question. Perhaps you will gradually, without even noticing it, find yourself experiencing the answer, some distant day."
— Rainer Maria Rilke