A Message For The Tearful Eyes

Stop checking the phone for the text that may not get sent.
Stop fretting about the mail for the letter that is likely to arrive.
Stop annoying people for the conversation that should come next.
Stop worrying about the things that may or may not happen.

Life will go on
whether or not you are on board.

People will ignore, then apologize, and if they don't, you'll move on.
People will die and forget to tell you and you will learn to accept it.
Conversations you feel are necessary either will happen or won't.
If they don't, try to breathe, it's okay.
Shit happens so don't stress yourself.

Problematic things happen, nothing you can say or do will ever change that.
all you can do is accept it, look on the bright side,
and make things happen the way you want.

Make this life yours
and stop dwelling on the less desirable aspects.

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