In my life
I’ve loved,
Missed,
Hurt,
Trusted,
Made mistakes,
And most of all I’ve learned.
I’ve learned that life is a journey,
And sometimes you want to give up,
But that’s just a push to keep moving
And prove everyone who told you “Can’t” wrong.
That life is not the amount of breaths you take,
It’s the moments that take it away.
That if people don’t make an effort
To be in your life,
Don’t try so hard to be in theirs,
In the end, it’s not worth it.
That people are like Oreos,
The good stuff is on the inside.
That people change
All through their lives,
And that the change is okay,
As long as you remember
All the people who came before.
That you can’t live in the past,
The past hurts,
But you can either run from it,
Or learn something from it
That a dream is a wish your heart makes.
That you just keep swimming,
No matter what.
That it takes a great deal of courage
To stand up to your enemies,
But a great deal more
To stand up to your friends.
That ohanna means family,
And family means no one’s left behind,
Or forgotten.
That a home doesn’t need to be a house,
And family doesn’t need to be related.
That sticks and stones may break bones,
But words are poison tipped arrows to the heart.
That you don’t get to choose if you get hurt,
You choose how much, and for how long
You let it hurt.
That sometimes you fail,
Sometimes you screw up,
And sometimes you try your hardest,
Do your very best,
And it still isn’t enough.
And at those times,
You just have to pick yourself up,
And move on.
That you can’t move on,
If you’re still living in the past.
That the strongest people
Are not those who show strength in front of us,
But those who win battles we know nothing about.
That strength doesn’t come from physical capacity,
But from an indomitable will.
That the harder thing to do,
And the right thing to do,
Are usually the same thing.
That it’s hard to wait for something
You know won’t happen,
But it’s even harder to give up,
When you know it’s everything you want.
That beauty isn’t in the face,
But a light in the heart.
That you can create beauty
With your attitude, your behavior, and your actions,
It’s all up to you really.
That to be happy
You have to do what makes you happy,
Laugh as much as you breathe,
Love as long as you live,
And be your own sunshine.
That happiness can be found
Even in the darkest of times,
When one only remembers to turn on the lights.
That people are all stories,
And I want mine to be remembered.
That it’s not about the happy ending,
But the story.
That true love doesn’t have a happy ending,
For it never ends.
That a happy ending doesn’t include a guy,
Maybe it’s you, on your own,
Picking up the pieces and starting over,
Freeing yourself up for the future,
and maybe a happy ending is just you moving on.
In my life
I’ve lived,
Loved and hated,
Lost and gained,
Forgotten and remembered,
Missed and been missed,
Created and destroyed,
Healed and hurt,
Tired and failed,
Moved on and fallen apart,
Trusted,
Made mistakes,
Bled,
Picked up the pieces,
Cried,
Made music,
And most of all I’ve learned.
I’ve learned some hard lessons,
And some easy ones,
Some painful,
Some healing,
And some of the most important ones I’ve learned are…
That life is hard,
And sometimes you get a crappy hand of cards,
But sometimes it’s best just to see it through,
You’ll get a winning hand eventually,
That giving up is failure,
And that trying is succeeding.
That laughter heals all wounds,
And fills the empty space.
That you can’t have a rainbow,
Without a little rain.
That endings suck,
They always do,
And there’s nothing you can do about it,
There are no such things as happy endings,
For endings are the saddest parts.
But even though they suck,
It’s not about the ending,
It’s about the crescendo,
The event leading up to the finale,
The good times and bad,
The calm and the chaos,
The smiles and the tears,
The sunny days and the hurricanes,
Family, friends, and happy days,
Pain, loss, and lonely nights.
Life isn’t about endings,
Life is about the story,
And the story is what’s worth it,
Worth all of the broken hearts, tears, losses,
Friends, cheerful smiles, and warm hugs.
The ending isn’t worth all that,
But the story is.
And most of all I’ve learned
That I can’t write an ending,
Not for myself or anybody,
Because endings suck,
And there’s no such thing as a happy one.