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Source : aquaticwonder
When the time comes for you to make a change, to grow, to do your life in a different way, the universe will make you so uncomfortable, so unhappy, you will eventually have no choice. If you insist on staying in a place you no longer belong in, if you do not grow the courage to do what is necessary to propel yourself forward, you will suffer the consequences, whatever they may be.

WHEN THE TIME COMES FOR YOU TO MAKE A CHANGE, TO GROW, TO DO YOUR LIFE IN A DIFFERENT WAY, THE UNIVERSE WILL MAKE YOU SO UNCOMFORTABLE, SO UNHAPPY, YOU WILL EVENTUALLY HAVE NO CHOICE. IF YOU INSIST ON STAYING IN A PLACE YOU NO LONGER BELONG IN, IF YOU DO NOT GROW THE COURAGE TO DO WHAT IS NECESSARY TO PROPEL YOURSELF FORWARD, YOU WILL SUFFER THE CONSEQUENCES, WHATEVER THEY MAY BE.

WHEN THE TIME COMES FOR YOU TO MAKE A CHANGE, TO GROW, TO DO YOUR LIFE IN A DIFFERENT WAY, THE UNIVERSE WILL MAKE YOU SO UNCOMFORTABLE, SO UNHAPPY, YOU WILL EVENTUALLY HAVE NO CHOICE. IF YOU INSIST ON STAYING IN A PLACE YOU NO LONGER BELONG IN, IF YOU DO NOT GROW THE COURAGE TO DO WHAT IS NECESSARY TO PROPEL YOURSELF FORWARD, YOU WILL SUFFER THE CONSEQUENCES, WHATEVER THEY MAY BE.

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Source : weissesrauschen

its funny because

sitting out here on this porch swing where i live where i still dont know my housemates or even how many housemates i have, on one of the hottest days of the summer, and the wind starts, and its feverish, and it blows the scorch over my bug bitten legs and through the sweating leaves that are gorgeous and green, and when i first saw those old leaves there were dead and buried on the snowy, dirty ground and everything was ugly, and everything was bleak, and i’m sitting here and i’m thinking it’s weird that there’s wind, on a hot day, and all at once the thunder breaks open the greying sky and everything breaks, everything collapses and falls as thick, heavy rains over the bleached, burning asphalt, and it doesn’t let up, and i’m watching the rain fall harder and harder, where did it come from? and i am under my porch and i’m smiling because i love colorado and its ways, and yeah, we can learn to love anything. we can learn to love shitholes and find good people and learn hard lessons and prepare ourselves in compartmentalizing, resting ways for the next move, and it’s funny because, i never expected to miss this silly town, or the crazy people, or the life i’ve made for myself. and i guess we can do that anywhere, even in places we force ourselves to love. i guess it’s better being a person who forces love onto a place than one who never loves it at all. i guess i’m hoping that in the next place, which is comin up sooner than i allow myself to fully realize, i won’t have to force anything at all.

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