SERENDIPITY

Sometimes things happen in life that are not part of the plan. When that happens, don’t give up on your dreams, just find another way to reach them.

It’s a funny thing about the modern world. You hear girls in the toilets of schools saying, “Yeah, he fucked off and left me. He didn’t love me. He just couldn’t deal with love. He was too fucked up to know how to love me.” Now, how did that happen? What was it about this unlovable century that convinced us we were, despite everything, eminently lovable as a people, as a species? What made us think that anyone who fails to love us is damaged, lacking, malfunctioning in some way? And particularly if they replace us with a god, or a weeping madonna, then we call them crazy. Deluded. Regressive. We are so convinced of the goodness of ourselves, and the goodness of our love, we cannot bear to believe that there might be something more worthy of love than us, more worthy of worship. Greeting cards routinely tell us everybody deserves love. No. Everybody deserves clean water. Not everybody deserves love all the time.

I don’t need someone to complete me, I need someone to make things a little bit better every now and again.

The most beautiful people I’ve known are those who have known trials, have known struggles, have known loss, and have found their way out of the depths.