There was a quote in The Alchemist that goes:
“And, when you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it.”
I have this theory that once a person reaches a certain point in their life, the only thing they will think about is their own welfare.
Everything else is irrelevant.
Whether it’s the want to pursue a dream, or the desire to fall in love, we come to a point where we choose to have nothing but happiness for ourselves. What makes us happy? What can we reap from the overflowing abundance of possibilities the world has sown?
The journey will suck, like a big, fat wrecking ball constantly taking a swing at your stomach – nobody said it’d be a breeze but I’m willing to gamble that it’d be worth it.
I feel like I’m standing on the edge of a boat that’s rocking perilously between jagged rocks and still water. Like two halves of the world split in between the wooden planks underneath my feet.
If I could just dip my foot into that clear water…
So the waves will slow, to gently lap the boat and sway it to a steady rhythm.
If I could only reach out and take what I want. I want to be able to do that, because despite the fears I have to overcome, I know I want this.
Self-reflection makes you realise things. Like what you really want and what you deserve; they provide you this sense of comfort knowing that you’re one step closer to this vague glitterbomb underneath the Maldivian blue waters we so-call happiness.