Sometimes things happen that catapult you through whatever chasm may exist between you and everything else. Sometimes things happen that put life in perfect perspective, and suddenly that portrait you’ve been painting in your head for the last some odd years seems completely irrelevant. The color seems off, and you’re not really sure where the inspiration came from in the first place. It’s stupid. There are always people that want to come across as bulletproof, as if a human being could ever be such a thing, and on the other side of the spectrum are those that go on 4 dates a week but talk about how guarded they are as if to insinuate they are somehow worth the effort. Now I’m at that point where I’m beginning to lose focus, so I’ll just wrap this up. Say exactly what you mean despite circumstance, and quit equating reality with things that are entirely situational. Make things happen, because ultimately you’ll either lose your chance, or run out of time.
My brother is amazing.