Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May.And summer's lease hath all too short a date.Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines.And often is his gold complexion dimmed.And every fair from fair sometime declines.By chance or nature's changing course untrimmed.But thy eternal summer shall not fade,Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest.Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade.When in eternal lines to time thou growest:So long as men can breathe or eyes can see.So long lives this and this gives life to thee.
"My problem is that I think too much. I overthink everything that crosses my path, everything that has crossed my path and everything that might cross my path in the future. I overthink yesterday, today and tomorrow. It’s a habit that is slowly tearing me apart. The past keeps me up at night because I feel like I should’ve done things differently at the time, the present worries me because I feel like I’m not doing it differently right now, and ultimately the future terrifies me because I’m scared I won’t be doing things differently in the future, either."
It feels like a vicious circle; something I wrote last night. (via timbllr)