Life isn’t algebraic.
Why is it that safety nets are made of cold equations?
Hard work + dedication = success.
While theory is nice, it isn’t real life. Yes, if you continuously work hard, you should reach success. Is this always true? No.
If he calls + if he asks you out = he’s into you.
It seems like we’ve concocted simple strategies for outcomes that should be complicated. Broken roads need repair…and then they need maintenance…and then, eventually, they fall apart again.
Why is the thought of a path so comforting for most?
It’s terrifying for me. The thought that if you follow some already developed, strategic plan, you’ll get whatever you want.
I want to live without cold equations. Cold, heartless, no-reason-to-try formulas make everything safe. What fun is that? Earning your existence seems obsolete.
I want to feel. Give me heart-break over apathy. Give me an upset, some excitement, some reason to wake up and try again.
I want a life without limits.
Wake me up tomorrow and tell me that everything I’ve done until that point is painfully wrong. Then let me live, without having to follow rules, and I’ll still find my way.
It’s more fun like that.