So it’s a holiday in the States and I’ve been thinking a lot this weekend and taking stock of my past year, as one does sometimes, because I’ve realized I’m about to enter a radically different time of my life. After the summer I’m going back to school and I’m chasing my dreams which are the first and foremost loves of my life. And I’ve realized how much heartbreak and disappointed I’ve had to brave in pursuit of them. Loving something, anything or anyone, is really difficult because things aren’t rosy and perfect all the time. Eventually, whatever you love, will break your heart one way or the other, and you need to take a look at it objectively and decide if it’s still worth loving.
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