Random Musings. Ramblings. Twenty-One. Female. Puerto Rico. College Victim. Gamer. Science. Literature. Music. Art. Nature. Photography. Humor. Hopeless Romantic. Childish wanderer with little to say but much to wonder.
“I see myself forever and ever as the ridiculous man, the lonely soul, the wanderer, the restless frustrated artist, the man in love with love, always in search of the absolute, always seeking the unattainable.”
— Henry Miller, Stand Still Like the Hummingbird
Most people think, when they’re young, that they’re going to the top of their chosen world, and that the climb up is only a formality. Without that faith, I suppose, they might never start. Somewhere on the way they lift their eyes to the summit and know they aren’t going to reach it; and happiness then is looking down and enjoying the view they’ve got, not envying the one they haven’t.
People tell you to love carefully, but there’s no such thing. You can love with good boundaries, and you absolutely should, but true love itself is wild and free and thrilling. Far from being fearful about what we love, we should let love drive us to a place of courage and bold passions.