As people, we make two primary mistakes. One is assuming everyone is like us. The other is assuming no one is.
writeamuck
life
just don’t breathe and we’ll stop time, she said
Life was passing by much too fast. She was not making enough of each day. And their collective sums were lackluster and insignificant.
The sheer force of how fast each minute and day and week and month was sweeping by left her feeling shocked and choked.
Like the wind had been knocked out of her.
Like she couldn’t breathe.
But wanted to, more than anything else in the world.
revelation
All the things that used to scare me (like broccoli and old people and elevator conversations and mistakes and being alone) don’t anymore.
I think this means I’m a grown up.
