A memo to self.
You think you have it all figured out, man.
Well…nothing is ever figured out.
Decisions made rashly and out of emotional rantings in your head.
Learn to quite your head, learn to quite your heart.
Good times will happen, the dreams in your head will open into the reality of what you call life, but be patient.
Live in the present and stop grieving the mistakes of the past.
Leave behind the exquisite pain and move into the sun.
The sun will warm your heart and quite your head and mend your broken soul.
Be free.
Fly high.
