Dreams are Drugs

Wait, stop before you start.

Don’t let idle day-dreaming lead to sadness when real life suddenly comes back into focus.

It’s so easy to be self-destructive. No one’s ever gotten any praise for that. It’s so easy to excel in it, get ahead of yourself, and suddenly find yourself in a ditch you can’t quite climb out of.

Sure I could be, but don’t let myself be, the queen of self-sympathy.

Sometimes what I lack most is self-control. It takes a lot of self-respect and pride to have certain amounts of self-control and too often I let myself slip. Concerning others and in respect to keeping my own word to myself. It’s a hard lesson to learn, because it’s an obsessive habit, a people pleasing one at that, but it’s something you’ll keep learning over and over until it sticks.

I’m slowly acknowledging this and I’m slowly learning this. Maybe I’ve been learning this same lesson for years now, and I just haven’t acknowledged it.

People always assure me that when things become right and feel meant to be, that the past will seem so trivial. I believe in this in theory but fail to always have faith in it. But I know it’s true. I know I should listen to the advice of my elders, because time and time again they’ve been proven right yet I’ve elected to learn things the hard way. I guess this is life. It’d be too easy if I’d have always listened.