People are like stained-glass windows. They sparkle and shine when the sun is out...
But when the darkness sets in, their true beauty is revealed only if there is a light from within.
There is nothing so pitiful as a young cynic because he has gone from knowing nothing to believing nothing.
~Harriet Tubman
The sky isn't always blue. The sun doesn't always shine. So it's okay to fall apart sometimes.
Someone once asked me, 'Why do you always insist on taking the hard road?'
The cracks in the concrete remind that no matter how strong you are...
I'm tired of crying.
I'm tired of feeling empty inside.
I'm tired of feeling worthless.
I'm tired of feeling stuck.
I'm tired of being alone.
I'm tired of yelling.
I'm tired of keeping silent.
I'm tired of pretending.
I'm tired of dreaming of a life I will never have.
I'm tired of missing things. I'm tired of missing people.
I'm tired of remembering.
I'm tired of wishing I could start all over.
I'm tired of not being able to just let go.
I'm tired of faking it.
I'm tired of being different.
I'm tired of being angry at things I cant change.
I'm tired of always wondering when God is finally going to let me be happy.
One day, a girl was sitting on a bench next to an old man, and she said, "I've gotta tell ya', mister, that's an awfully boring tattoo on your arm there. It's just a bunch of numbers."
And the man looks at her, and says, "Well, I got it when I was your age, and I kept it as a reminder." The girl smiles, saying, "Oh, a reminder of happier times?"
And the man shakes his head sadly, and says, "No...of a time when the world went mad. Imagine yourself in a land where your countrymen followed the voice of political extremists who didn't like your religion. Imagine having everything taken from you, and being sent to a camp as slave laborers, then systematically murdered. In this place, they even take your name and replace it with a number tattooed on your arm. It was called the Holocaust, when millions of people perished just because of their faith..."
The girl, stunned, start to cry. She asks, "So you kept it to remind yourself of the dangers of political extremism?"
The man shakes his head again. "No, my dear. To remind you."
Death leaves a heartache no one can heal... Love leaves a memory no one can steal.