- Dear Self,
Sometimes, there's just too much time to think. Ironic that the time you're busiest is also when you think too much. Too much to do, and too much time. Maybe it's the peace of living out in the wilderness, or maybe there's just nothing else to do out here. Maybe there's too many people and not enough privacy, too much noise so you have no choice but to be alone with your thoughts.
It's time to stop ruminating. The past is in the past. It's not coming back.
I did everything I could.
I would have given up so much to make it all work. And I did. The amount I gave up if only to make others happy, if only to help them at the cost of self, was too often.
There's a reason bridges burn. When they're gone, let them be. Let the water wash away the ruins until they are a memory, no longer even a scar. Don't reach out. Don't reestablish. Don't text, don't call, don't bother.
You've given up too much already.
Maybe distance is okay. Maybe it's okay to be an island, alone, entirely alone. Maybe it's okay to have no one to reach out to. Where help ends, growth begins. At least, that's my hypothesis. I'd prefer not to test it, but this time... I guess I have to.
This time, its the only choice.
No one is going to reach out to you this time. You burned those bridges already.
And that's okay.
Life is good and bad. Things will always get worse, things will always fall, things will always crash and burn. And you know what? If things must get worse, they must also get better. Things will get better. The mountains may be tall and the valleys deep; the road is rocky, but it'll be okay.
Yeah, it definitely sucks when you're at the bottom of the cliffs alone, staring up at the great rise ahead.
Yeah, it would be better to have someone with you.
But it's okay.
It'll be okay.
It has to be okay.
- Dear Self,
just to make it 100% clear, nothing of this has to do with anyone on this site. I've met some of the most incredible people in my life through this site, and I'm grateful for every minute I've spent here.