There are about a hundred different things I could, and kinda want to say right now...
But all I'm going to say is this...it's a quote from the book I'm reading right now, "The Patron Saint of Liars," by Ann Patchett. I came across it today during my lunchtime reading and it struck me...
So here 'tis...
"To be truly brave, I believe a person has to be more than a little stupid. If you knew how hard or how dangerous something was going to be at the onset, chances are you'd never do it..."
That right there strikes home for me.
I've done so many things in my life...risky, dangerous things.
I don't live with regret...so it's not that the hard times that follow are less than what I'd expect...but it's true...
I wonder if I knew, sitting at my desk in NYC making the decision to risk it all...if I'd known all that would happen...would I do it again?
She finishes the passage by saying this...which struck me in an even deeper kind of way...
"...so if I went back I would never be able to leave again. Now that I knew what leaving meant."
The truth is, probably...but that's because I'm THAT kind of asshole.
The truth is...knowing what was coming...what I'd lose...the decisions I'd have to make...the things I'd go through...I might not have.
The truth is, while I know I'd still do it...there's a part of me that would like to reach back through time and give that girl I was a little heads up...
But then...it would have changed everything.
That dreamy, hard-headed, arrogant, inspired asshole might not have done it.
So...truth is...maybe ignorance truly IS bliss...
Edited for Clarification:
I didn't actually mean this entry to be sad...regretful...or depressing.
I really mean what I said...ignorance IS bliss.
Ignorance is that loophole that keeps me moving forward.
It's what keeps me making the decisions that make my life the encredible adventure that it is.
Not to say that having all the information about what leaving New York would bring would have kept me from making the encredibly brave decision to leave...I'm just saying...ignorance is what gives me the balls to do what I do.
I think it's the same kind of loophole that makes you forget...
I mean, I can tell you that I've broken my left wrist, twice. Shattered it in the same 3 places... I can tell you that a broken bone is a CERTAIN kind of pain...and that once you know it, you never forget it...
But the truth is, my body can't recall it.
I can say it hurt. My body remembers it hurt.
But the ACTUAL pain is lost in the years.
I'm grateful for the ignorance.
Without it...I can't even begin to imagine where I'd be.
Or not be. All the things I'd never have done. The person I would never have become.
The quote is just something that I read and my heart actually stopped for a moment...recognizing it as something familiar and true...
The day I get smart...is the day the adventure ends...and I can only pray that day never comes.
But all I'm going to say is this...it's a quote from the book I'm reading right now, "The Patron Saint of Liars," by Ann Patchett. I came across it today during my lunchtime reading and it struck me...
So here 'tis...
"To be truly brave, I believe a person has to be more than a little stupid. If you knew how hard or how dangerous something was going to be at the onset, chances are you'd never do it..."
That right there strikes home for me.
I've done so many things in my life...risky, dangerous things.
I don't live with regret...so it's not that the hard times that follow are less than what I'd expect...but it's true...
I wonder if I knew, sitting at my desk in NYC making the decision to risk it all...if I'd known all that would happen...would I do it again?
She finishes the passage by saying this...which struck me in an even deeper kind of way...
"...so if I went back I would never be able to leave again. Now that I knew what leaving meant."
The truth is, probably...but that's because I'm THAT kind of asshole.
The truth is...knowing what was coming...what I'd lose...the decisions I'd have to make...the things I'd go through...I might not have.
The truth is, while I know I'd still do it...there's a part of me that would like to reach back through time and give that girl I was a little heads up...
But then...it would have changed everything.
That dreamy, hard-headed, arrogant, inspired asshole might not have done it.
So...truth is...maybe ignorance truly IS bliss...
Edited for Clarification:
I didn't actually mean this entry to be sad...regretful...or depressing.
I really mean what I said...ignorance IS bliss.
Ignorance is that loophole that keeps me moving forward.
It's what keeps me making the decisions that make my life the encredible adventure that it is.
Not to say that having all the information about what leaving New York would bring would have kept me from making the encredibly brave decision to leave...I'm just saying...ignorance is what gives me the balls to do what I do.
I think it's the same kind of loophole that makes you forget...
I mean, I can tell you that I've broken my left wrist, twice. Shattered it in the same 3 places... I can tell you that a broken bone is a CERTAIN kind of pain...and that once you know it, you never forget it...
But the truth is, my body can't recall it.
I can say it hurt. My body remembers it hurt.
But the ACTUAL pain is lost in the years.
I'm grateful for the ignorance.
Without it...I can't even begin to imagine where I'd be.
Or not be. All the things I'd never have done. The person I would never have become.
The quote is just something that I read and my heart actually stopped for a moment...recognizing it as something familiar and true...
The day I get smart...is the day the adventure ends...and I can only pray that day never comes.
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that is all. xoxoxoxoxoxo b
I cant wait to hang. you are increcdible.