“everyone wants a place where the slate is wiped clean. no matter where we go, we take ourselves and our damage with us. So is home we run to or is the place we run from? Only to hide out in places where we’re accepted unconditionally, places that feel more like home to us because we can finally be who we are”
We are learning about the Holocaust in school, and I cannot help but to apply it to my own life. I stop and wonder “what id that happened to me?” I flip sh*t. I am not against any of it, everything happens for a reason. But then again, if you think I have problems for thinking this, take a look at Stalin. Hitler had nothing on that guy. We all have different ways of looking at this, but that is no reason to attack someone over this subject. I enjoy thinking about it.
Some days are just so dandy everything goes well, fun, warm, fuzzy. Those are the days you give thanks to that higher power that you believe in that you are alive and have not given up yet. Making cookies, sharing amazing moments with family, creating memories, and growing stronger. Stronger for those moments that bring you down. Remember those moments so you are able to get up quickly and become stronger.