I love the rain, not because is makes me happy. I love the rain because it doesn't expect me to be.
It's like that old friend who knows you're more a misfit than a miss and only loves you more for it. Is it bad to start and end a sentence with "it?"
I've come to realize that life is all about balance. A balance which I am completely unable to find, in every aspect. There are tiny moments where I feel like I have a breakthrough, where all of my spinning plates are up at once and for one glorious millisecond, I'm actually who I think I'm meant to be.
The trouble is, they always come crashing immediately down and it takes a significant amount of time to clean up all of the damage and save enough money to then buy more plates. I realize this turned out to be a very weak metaphor.
It's just, risks. You're supposed to take them so you don't have any regrets. But what if I take a risk that I end up regretting?
This was way too damn many pictures of blossoms and I apologize.