Sometimes when your head is a mess, and your stomach has been cramped with anxiety and responsibility and worry for days, and those hours you spent in the sun have turned into a slow burn up your arms and across your forehead, you must immerse yourself in the words of people you worship. Those who write about all of those terrible, awkward, painful things they did and endured in their twenties, and who make those things seem utterly normal and more than that, part of something larger and more beautiful than we can anticipate in this moment. It gives me comfort beyond reason.
And if you can’t muster that, you just stop. You truly do. You do not let yourself think about it. There isn’t a thing to eat down there in the rabbit hole of your bitterness except your own desperate heart. If you let it, your jealousy will devour you.
and
There are some things you can’t understand yet. Your life will be a great and continuous unfolding.
cheryl strayed
(1, 2)
And don't things seem more profound when you have your favorite songs playing in the background, too?
And if you can’t muster that, you just stop. You truly do. You do not let yourself think about it. There isn’t a thing to eat down there in the rabbit hole of your bitterness except your own desperate heart. If you let it, your jealousy will devour you.
and
There are some things you can’t understand yet. Your life will be a great and continuous unfolding.
cheryl strayed
(1, 2)
And don't things seem more profound when you have your favorite songs playing in the background, too?