Emj's Life

Half the world is composed of people who have something to say and can’t, and the other half who have nothing to say and keep saying it.

Sometimes, we expect more from others because we would be willing to do that much for them.

Sometimes, we expect more from others because we would be willing to do that much for them.

Sometimes, we expect more from others because we would be willing to do that much for them.

Sometimes, we expect more from others because we would be willing to do that much for them.

So you want a heart do you? You don’t know how lucky you are not to have one. Hearts will never be practical until they can be made unbreakable.

After a while you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and changing a soul. And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning and company doesn’t mean security. And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts and presents aren’t promises. And you begin to accept your defeats with your head up and your eyes ahead… and you learn to build all your roads on today because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans and futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight. So you plant your own garden instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers. And you learn that you really can endure, that you really are strong and that you really do have worth… and with every goodbye, you learn.

After a while you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and changing a soul. And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning and company doesn’t mean security. And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts and presents aren’t promises. And you begin to accept your defeats with your head up and your eyes ahead… and you learn to build all your roads on today because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans and futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight. So you plant your own garden instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers. And you learn that you really can endure, that you really are strong and that you really do have worth… and with every goodbye, you learn.

But it’s so painful to think, and tell me, what did thinking ever do for me, to what great place did thinking ever bring me? I think and think and think, I’ve thought myself out of happiness one million times, but never once into it.