Source: lazyangels-network
“I’m ninety-six years old. I’d rather just take a pill and get it over with. Whenever I tell that to my wife, she pretends to slap me in the face. But I’m ready to go. And I’d like it to be sudden. I’ve had a good run. I was lucky enough to share my life with someone. She’s ninety now. We’ve had a lot of time together. We have seven grandchildren. Eight great-grandchildren. But there are just so many things I can’t do anymore. I have the money. I have the time. Just not the ability. Whenever I walk, everything hurts. I enjoy sitting here in the park. I think about all the friends that I’ve lost. People come talk to me. Time passes by. But I’m ready. I’m not scared of it. I’d like my soul to go to wherever the souls go.” (Barcelona, Spain)
If there’s one thing I realized now, it’s that you don’t have to always explain yourself so much. You don’t have to put your soul out on a plate in front of people who don’t care enough to search for it.
Take good care of yourself - in private. Let people have the last word, so they can feel better about themselves. Care less about the words they say. Shut your ears for a few minutes and just say ‘mhm’. It’s not important.
Let people plan your life the way they want to, and then live it the way you want to. It’s you the one who’s gotta live with yourself for the rest of your life, not them.
People with anxiety don’t have a train of thought. We have seven trains on 4 tracks that narrowly avoid each other when the paths cross and all the conductors are screaming.