The way I see it, our lives are lived in three different ways: 1/3 good days, 1/3 bad days, 1/3 a mixture of both. From time to time, during our bad days, we all need a little assurance that everything is going to be fine, even though we know it in our fucking bones that it's not. But that's where the beauty of reassurance lies. We deceive ourselves, believing that all is right, even our mistakes, just to add a little light to the darkest corners of our insecure minds. A situation may be out of our hands, but the way we look at it, is not.
I don't really know where I'm getting with this, but I figured some of us could use a little reassurance once in a while. Including myself.
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