Astronauts

We all get hurt, we have experienced how it feels to get abandoned, to fail, and to see the coldest sides of the people that were once warm with us. However, I’m a firm believer that the intensity of your pain is controlled by you- you choose to view yourself as the victim, or as someone who tried and failed, something that is totally normal and expected.

If you think about it, it’s all in your head- what you choose to remember, and what you choose to have control over you; and allowing things or people to control you is a mistake. I’ve fallen in too many times than I want to admit, for I believe that love is a bond that’s strong enough to be a reason to mend everything that’s broken, but that’s not how everybody sees it.

Being dreamy doesn’t mean realists are bad people, it just means we’re different, and that’s all right. I know I will stumble upon people that are as reckless with their emotions as I am. And if that never happens, I’ll handle things with the realist inside me, for hopefulness doesn’t die inside you if you don’t let it, but it can kill you if you let it.

You’re not a victim, maybe you’re a lost astronaut who didn’t find his galaxy yet, but all the stars you touched added something to you…they always do!

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