“If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is because everything would be what it isn’t. And contrary-wise; what it is it wouldn’t be, and what it wouldn’t be, it would. You see?”
What I’ve realized recently is that nothing can be rushed. It might eventually fall under that catagory of Things I’m Learning at Twenty Five, but for now, it doesn’t.
I am not looking for my happiness in anyone but myself, because that was my biggest mistake in the beginning. My career goals are the driving force right now, followed by everything else that I’ve set out to do for my life. It might be lonely at times, but I am slowly figuring out that I had the answers all along, and I was too afraid to ask the right questions. People are always afraid to ask themselves those questions.
Nothing can be rushed. Even that little piece of knowledge.