Categories: bad day, esteem

I just feel like letting my Maxwell sing. This song makes me feel young and frivolous. Ironic that he’s talking about assurance and security. You’re never really thinking of that stuff when you’re being frivolous. Ultimately, I’m seeing that security wins out over passion. It’s dependable, reassuring and becomes one of those things you never have to give a second thought to, so you can concentrate on other more pressing issues. You learn to live without the intensity and inconsistency of passion.



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