“Rock to gravel to dust to mud to rock and so the world goes, as his mother used to say when he demanded reasons or explanation as to how the world got to be this way or that. The world is, she would say. It just is, boy.”
cliche but we’re really all fighting our own battles.
/lots of time alone, with family, and with my mind this weekend. the past 8 weeks have been a blur- time wasted, mind + heart eaten up by anxiety, and chasing all the wrong things. only 7 more days to go. find myself wondering if things would have been different if only i stayed the course and.. but what good is there in dwelling? beginning the week with renewed hope, i think.
‘who can say if i’ve been changed for the better
i do believe i have been changed for the better’