u/Sarahhh1417

"You cannot compel her not to grieve. Tell her that it's gonna hurt. It always will. Tell her that some days will be harder than others but eventually she'll remember the good times... Tell her to hold on to those, because it's the key to getting through this."

~Hope Mikealson

-Season 1, Episode 4

"Because a character doesn’t just fill a corner of a room, but an entire house."

Hey, 👋

my name is Sarah and I am trying to write about my own philosophy of life, the way it feels right for me. If you enjoy reading about other people's experiences, feelings, life lessons and philosophies, you'd probably like my work ^^

Here is my most recent piece, which is an important text to me. For he represents an inner conflict within me – the conflict over how one should deal with all one’s different character traits.

Instead of playing "Truth or Dare?", I always preferred just to watch it and think about it.

Here’s why...

https://sarahhh1417.medium.com/truth-or-dare-27707a995116

Many of our dreams do fade into oblivion, but some stick with us. I’m trying to spot a pattern in my own experience. What are your thoughts on this?

"My happiness is my own creation, just as my misfortune is. If I convince myself that a situation is nothing but an unfortunate turn of events and has nothing good inherent in it, then that too is my creation. To make the best of every situation and embrace every opportunity – that is my responsibility."

Hey everyone, I’m currently working on a text about a person who I would answer ‘yes’ to two very different questions about. On the one hand, the question of would I marry them, but on the other hand, the question of would I never have wanted to meet them. Can you think of anyone like that in your life, and if so, why exactly that person?

You have a place in my heart that belongs entirely to you, and I can’t get you out of there.

Because no matter what has happened or will happen, no matter what I’ve tried and continue to try, nothing makes that place any less yours.

I wish I could sweep you out of my heart, open a door and push you out, or let the grass that gives life to that place wither away. But the grass doesn’t wither; it seems to stay evergreen. I don’t have a key to the door, and I can’t find the broom I need to sweep you out—perhaps it doesn’t even exist. Whenever I’ve tried to switch off the light that shines on your place in my heart, it hasn’t worked. Either I couldn’t flick the switch, or as soon as I did and the light above went out, it reappeared somewhere else.

Be it below, behind, in front, to my left or to my right.

There will never be complete darkness around you, as a light will always appear somewhere.

So the only way this light would go out is if I were to die.

But even then, whatever darkness I may find myself in, there will always be a light bearing your name.