every day a sun rises

"Yeah, maybe when you're old enough
You'll realize that you're not so tough.
And some days the seas get rough,
You'll see.
You're too young to have it figured out.
You think you know what you're talkin' about."

- the raconteurs, "old enough"

i don't mean to come across like a know-it-all. maybe a know-it-some, though.

there's some knowledge that literally only comes with getting older. not experience, even, but age. it's a matter of waking up every day to whatever-it-is-you've-chosen, seeing the sun come up reliably again, the moon rising and flooding every month. these are dependable things, in a life that is rarely stable.

here's what i would tell you, if you sat still long and quietly enough:

there are people who love you, no matter what you do, or how you act, or what you say. they won't go away, because they know who you are, and you are valuable to them. it's not worth picking fights with them, it's not worth being sad or even happy about them, because they do exist and they do love you. they may not be what you expect, or what you want, but in that form, they are yours.

there are also people who do not love you, and who never will. that's the other side of this coin. i don't mean that they will hurt you as much as i mean that they do not love you. they do not know who you are, and they will sift through people like sand and will never be satisfied with what's left in their hands - which is nothing. so get over them - you're just moving sand to them, nothing more.

he loves you. stop fighting so hard.