The politeness was painful. I wanted to push through it, to return to the glow of the night of the concert, but I was unsure of how to get back there.

There’s a difference between losing something you knew you had and losing something you discovered you had. One is a disappointment. The other feels like losing a piece of yourself.

Once the options increase, settling on one becomes harder.

About being grateful for what you have instead of yearning for what you think you want.

Sometimes fate or life or whatever you want to call it, leaves a door a little open and you walk through it. But sometimes it locks the door and you have to find the key, or pick the lock, or knock the damn thing down. And sometimes, it doesn’t even show you the door, and you have to build it yourself.

Everyone has hardship in their life. Everyone has pain.

I've become to realize there's a world of difference between knowing something happened, even knowing why it happened, and believing it.