There are some things you can't understand yet. Your life will be a great and continuous unfolding.
Cheryl Strayed, Tiny Beautiful Things: Advice on Love and Life from Dear Sugar
The thing about hiking the Pacific Crest Trail, the thing that was so profound to me that summer—and yet also, like most things, so very simple—was how few choices I had and how often I had to do the thing I least wanted to do. How there was no escape or denial. No numbing it down with a martini or covering it up with a roll in the hay. As I clung to the chaparral that day, attempting to patch up my bleeding finger, terrified by every sound that the bull was coming back, I considered my options. There were only two and they were essentially the same. I could go back in the direction I had come from, or I could go forward in the direction I intended to go.
Cheryl Strayed, Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail
It was really over, I thought. There was no way to go back, to make it stay. There was never that.
Cheryl Strayed, Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail
Don't listen to those people who suggest you should be over your daughter's death by now. The people who squawk the loudest about such things have almost never had to get over anything. Or at least not anything that was genuinely, mind-fuckingly, soul-crushingly life altering. Some of those people believe they're being helpful by minimizing your pain. Others are scared of the intensity of your loss and so they use their words to push your grief away. Many of those people love you and are worthy of your love, but they are not the people who will be helpful to you when it comes to healing the pain of your daughter's death. They live on Planet Earth. You live on Planet My Baby Died.
Cheryl Strayed, Tiny Beautiful Things: Advice on Love and Life from Dear Sugar
The best thing you can possibly do with your life is to tackle the motherfucking shit out of it.
Cheryl Strayed, Tiny Beautiful Things: Advice on Love and Life from Dear Sugar
There is no cure except to live the hell out of our lives, to take it apart, to put it back together, to dig it all up, and then fill the hole. To help ourselves and one another to the best of our abilities. To believe everything entirely, while also calling bullshit for what it is.
Cheryl Strayed, Tiny Beautiful Things: Advice on Love and Life from Dear Sugar
It's hard to go. It's scary and lonely... But it will be soul-smashingly beautiful... It will open up your life.
Cheryl Strayed, Tiny Beautiful Things: Advice on Love and Life from Dear Sugar
Nobody will protect you from your suffering. You can't cry it away or eat it away or starve it away or walk it away or punch it away or even therapy it away. It's just there, and you have to survive it. You have to endure it. You have to live through it and love it and move on and be better for it and run as far as you can in the direction of your best and happiest dreams across the bridge that was built by your own desire to heal.
Cheryl Strayed, Tiny Beautiful Things: Advice on Love and Life from Dear Sugar
It was a deal I'd made with myself months before and the only thing that allowed me to hike alone. I knew that if I allowed fear to overtake me, my journey was doomed. Fear, to a great extent, is born of a story we tell ourselves, and so I chose to tell myself a different story from the one women are told. I decided I was safe. I was strong. I was brave. Nothing could vanquish me. Insisting on this story was a form of mind control, but for the most part, it worked. Every time I heard a sound of unknown origin or felt something horrible cohering in my imagination, I pushed it away. I simply did not let myself become afraid. Fear begets fear. Power begets power. I willed myself to beget power. And it wasn't long before I actually wasn't afraid.
Cheryl Strayed, Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail
There are so many things to be tortured about, sweet pea. So many torturous things in this life. Don't let the man [or woman] who doesn't love you be one of them.
Cheryl Strayed
Don't lament so much about how your career is going to turn out. You don't have a career. You have a life. Do the work. Keep the faith. Be true blue.
Cheryl Strayed, Tiny Beautiful Things: Advice on Love and Life from Dear Sugar
Learning the Tumblr ropes. Practicing with the words of one very wise woman.
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