Being one who lives a guarded life, I can only speak of this truth: it is a continual choice I choose to make. It is a decision that does indeed bring me to war more than I would like. But I am so damn confident that this decision leaves me with proving this truth to others: it is a fucking privilege to be inscribed in the pages of another person’s life.
Yes, living a life that consists of wet cement and bricks can bring you to feel limited. If anything, we strive to be limitless- to live life without boundaries, but sometimes we have to make very difficult decisions, live selfishly, and sacrifice one thing in order to have another.
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