it's amazing how many times a week i invoke the words of coldplay (politik) -- "give me love over this." because, truly, what else do you do with stupid drivers, tiring schedules, frustrating people, and blown expectations?
it's slightly immature to complain (of which i've been guilty 100-fold), and beating yourself up over it is not only inappropirate but further destructive.
does this mean i'm growing up? i sure hope so. i'm ready to waste less precious irreplaceable minutes of my life trying to fix the unfixable. sing it coldplay: give me love over this.
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