Almost

And if this blog has not made that much of a statement to prove the things I love to love and do, let me reinstate it to you: I love quoting important and random people. I find it quite amusing to learn how some people make it look so easy for them to pour their hearts out in words that relates to people, touch lives and triggers emotions that most readers don't know existed.

Now, on my other blog on Tumblr (hahaha plug: http://cataclysmalblip.tumblr.com/), I don't reblog quotes as much as I want to. I currently have 4,500+ quotes I've found, appreciated and wished to share but I'm too much of a wuss to do so.

So today, after a week-long hiatus due to work, I stumbled onto a quote that I liked from years back and decided to make a change and share it this time:

Almost. It's a big word for me. I feel it everywhere. Almost home. Almost happy. Almost changed. Almost, but not quite. Not yet. Soon, maybe. 
— Joan Bauer

Enough said.

Even the Birds are Chained to the Sky

It's much easier to not know things sometimes.

Things change and friends leave. And life doesn't stop for anybody.

I wanted to laugh. Or maybe get mad.

Or maybe shrug at how strange everybody was, especially me. 

I think the idea is that every person has to live for his or her own life 

and then make the choice to share it with other people. 

You can't just sit there and put everybody's lives ahead of yours 

and think that counts as love. You just can't. 

You have to do things. I'm going to do what I want to do. 

I'm going to be who I really am. 

And I'm going to figure out what that is. 

And we could all sit around and wonder 

and feel bad about each other and blame a lot of people 

for what they did or didn't do or what they didn't know. I don't know. 

I guess there could always be someone to blame. 

It's just different. Maybe it's good to put things in perspective, 

but sometimes, I think that the only perspective is to really be there. 

Because it's okay to feel things. 

I was really there. And that was enough to make me feel infinite. 

I feel infinite.

— Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower