Life is a mess. It is filled to the brim with the beautiful, the boring, and the broken. The things that break us. Our feet hit the floor one morning without a single clue that when our head returns to the pillow our hearts will be fragile once more. Things breaking, that’s normal. And it’s sad that that is our reality, but it is. It hurts.
Reaction to School Shutdown
So with my life update, I updated it mentioning how I had to go home given the shutdown of UVA, and the school saying how it decided to move classes online until further notice.
Weeping, grief, and John Piper | quote series
I have a tendency to daydream, to lay back and have dream of a different life for myself. We all wish ourselves away, not in a dark way, only that we wish we looked better, or were better at school, or were the person that everyone desired to be like. I dream myself unlonely, surrounded by a close knit group of people, who know me deeply and still show me love. Maybe you dream yourself happy, a smile on your face at any hour of the day, able to laugh life’s troubles away.