So I've recently realized I have no idea what I'm doing with my life. It's caused a minor existential crisis. I want to do so many amazing things with my life but have no idea how to get there, and I want to go so many places but have no means to get there. I have nowhere to live next fall and have no idea why I'm an art history major or even what I'm doing in Michigan. But as scared out of my mind as I am, it's hard to forget that this is one of the most beautiful times in my life. It's kind of annoying to not be able to forget that when you want to sulk in your worries. Regardless of the unknown, it's so beautiful to have such a blank slate and not be able to fathom the great people I'm going to meet/live with, the designs I'll create, the places I'll see and photograph, the music I'll listen to, the things I'll write, and the clothes I'll wear. But I'm still scared.
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I think she was afraid to love sometimes. I think it scared her. She was the type to like things that were concrete, like the ocean. Something you could point to and know what it is. I think that’s why she always struggled with God. And I think that’s why she also struggled with love. She couldn’t touch it. She couldn’t hold on to it and make sure it never changed. But sometimes it’s those things you can’t touch that you need to hold on to the most.
-Carrie Ryan
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We Found Love - Rihanna
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