Writers 
I can feel myself getting to that point in life where I refuse to get bothered by things that have no solution.
I'm starting to go with the flow, to stop overthinking and accept things for what they are.
I'm learning to live without so much doubt and worry.
Carefree, but not nonchalant.
I'm letting go of things that don't matter, and I'm starting to stop trying so hard to make amends or make things work when they no longer do.
I'm learning to stop trying to change for people, to stop trying to fit in all the time and wanting to be accepted.
I'm beginning to understand that not everyone will understand me, and that's okay.
I'm learning to stop being the one with the first sorry and the last goodbye.
I want that peaceful feeling. That feeling of finally letting my hair down and saying, "I tried my best, and that's enough."
I'm starting to understand that sometimes in life, you just have to let people grow, move on, and be happy.
Not every connection is meant to last, and not everything that ends is a loss.
I know now that pain is a normal part of life. It's fine to cry sometimes. It's okay to feel lonely. I don't have to have everything figured out to be at peace with myself.
I'm learning to accept what I cannot change and stop carrying the weight of things beyond my control.
I'm learning to let things be, to stop forcing things, and to simply live and exist.
And honestly, I think there's a certain kind of peace in that.
