Luck is the residue of design.
― John Milton
Logic is what the devil likes most.
Time humbles you. It humbles you in a way you will never expect and won’t think you need and will never see coming. But it will, just the same. It gives you chances to stand at the top— and then it gives you an opportunity to fall. You’ll get to be the one on the stage sometimes— and others, time will fade you into the blur of everybody else. Time teaches you to eat the words you fed to someone else, and to live the kind of life you ran from once. It teaches you to dig deeper and deeper into the souls of the hearts that walk this earth with you, and it teaches you to see. To see what matters and what doesn’t. When an end is a beginning. And when an end is an end. Darling, you’re going to get a bit of it all. You’re going to feel like you’ve got it all handled and you’re completely lost. You’ll feel like you have it all figured out and also like you have absolutely no idea what you’re doing. You’re going to change your heart and your eyes and your mind and your style and your footsteps. You’re going to fit in and stand out, be loved and be broken. And I can’t promise you how much of each you’re going to get, but I can promise you one thing. This world— this world is going to know you were here. Mark my words. You are going to carve your name into time. And it’s going to remember. Emma Grace