Sometimes, I fear my relationships are founded on lies and etched in deceit--self-deceit.
How can you believe they mean the things they say when we are unsure they say the things they mean? How do you discern when reading between the invisible lines when the infrared coating is entrenched in your desire to take at face value what your gut has severe reservations against?
Being an adult means trusting your instincts.
Being an adult you know when to let your mind lead where your heart can't follow.
Being an adult with an established network of trusted cohorts, you still have to defer to your own sense of right no matter how wrong they think you are.
Being an adult involves making difficult decisions you are willing, yet seemingly unable, to live with at the time.
Being an adult transcends instant gratification for delayed results which inevitably enrich your later (prolonged) quality of life.
Being an adult can suck when you feel like a child.
3 comments:
WORST. SYNTAX. EVER.
Eat me. How is that for syntax?
at least it's succinct.
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