Life is a work-in-progress
The conditions are always wrong. It’s always too early, or too late. And it’s either “No one is by your side to help you”; or “Everyone is too clingy and invested; they’re ruining everything for you.”
You’re still figuring things out, you’re at square 1. Or maybe no one believes in you, even though you have a good plan and a way forward.
My own life always feels messy and unfinished, like a third-grader’s science project that he did last-minute, but still manages to turn in for a grade. There’s rough edges and glitter all around the thing; it’s miserable and magical all at once. Such is life, maybe. We’re never done, and it’s never perfect. We find beauty in the brokenness.
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