The weakening reality of this measure begin to erode the hope I had of feeling alive so I adopted complacency.
The world took all of our dreams and let fear set in, and the only way to drown it out was to not feel anything.
Some nights I just dive into a monologue in my own mind, arguing through theology and when I felt completely lonely. I ventured into a new part of life saying to myself, “We all worship a God who already taught us how to die.”
I have this habit of being selfish. And blaming my shortcomings on just being a habit. But I love it because it’s convenient. And I keep saying I’m gonna change, but until then I’ll just keep walking.
goddamn jesse barnett’s (stick to your guns) speeches are so inspiring