Why does it take fear to move you? Why does it take chaos to make us understand exactly what we need to do?
I'm not sure we get to choose when or where we find what we're looking for.
People screw up, you know. You shouldn't hold it against them. You shouldn't expect everyone to know everything you're thinking about or not getting from them. It doesn't mean they don't love you. They just screwed up.
We have to figure out how to let go, and forgive. This is our job.
It's harder to appreciate what you don't have to look hard to find.
We only really remember things for five years. After that, what we remember, what's actually etched in our brain is our memory of the thing, not the thing itself. And five years after that, what's left is our memory of the memory.