But perfect nights end and there’s always something to be said for a fighter.
Shit happens but so do miracles, and there’s always something else to look forward to.
If you can live for the moments instead of the minutes, time isn’t so suffocating.
If you can be patient, you’ll be rewarded.
There’s always a battle ahead, but also always love.
Fighting isn’t always fatal, and love doesn’t always save, but that doesn’t mean you should run from either of them.
Life was never black and white so much as it was grayscale.
You can’t take one bad memory and plaster it to everything and everyone in your path and still expect to be happy.
If you can find something to believe in, I think you’ll find that maybe the universe believes in you, too.
So fight for what you love, but don’t get stuck there.
Hold on to the things you believe in, but don’t be afraid of a change of heart.
If you can just be present in your day-to-day life, you can avoid the risk of missing out on a perfect night.
Because even if they do end, they’re worth having.