I just have a very small thought brewing around in my mind today.
A friend of mine shared a very personal story of heartbreak and regret with me, and it made me feel a bit helpless for them. I wish I could be of comfort somehow. It takes a lot of courage to share your personal demons with someone else or write them down, because it means you’re facing them yourself, and then going a step further putting your mistakes, your regrets and your story out there, ready to be judged and scrutinized by the world. And I just think that’s really brave.
A little something I’d written a while ago seemed to go with the whole shitty experience my friend went through. I think almost everyone goes through similar kinds of experiences and situations at some point or the other in their lives.
I just wanted to share it:
Would you rather spend one amazing night with someone, Or years of heartache sprinkled with love?
Be the one perfect memory tucked away in the corner of their mind, Sought out when everything in their life is in pieces –
Or would you rather be the one that holds their hand, gently tugs them back to the present, and helps pick up those pieces?
It’s just as tough being the imperfect reality as it is being the perfect dream.