Sometimes

Sometimes I believe I can fly. Sometimes I spread my wings and soar through the sky. But it's when I wander too close to the sun that I get burned. 

We like to think we're invulnerable, that we cannot be harmed. But I can tell you that these types of thoughts simply add to our vulnerability. All the pain I've endured in my mere sixteen years has been elevated by that feeling of invincibility, that idea that nothing can touch me.

No matter where you go, loss will follow you. You can and will lose things you love most. Believing you will not is a foolish ideal I do not recommend harboring.

Have I made mistakes? Have I lost that which I love most? Certainly. I used to think perservering, putting a show- no- emotion expression on in the face of tragedy was a true sign of bravery.

It's not. It's weak, denying your feelings passage. It's a cop out. You cannot expect to solve anything by running away. To stand and look them in the eye and deal with it- -THAT is true bravery.