Life will happen in such random, fantastic, and fabulous ways that you’ll look back and laugh at the dots you connect and you’ll learn your missteps are still an important part of the dance.
Not many people on their deathbed regret following their heart, but do you know what they do regret? They regret living small. They regret playing safe.
I’m calling bullshit.
I want the dim stars in dark skies to match the calm stares in your eyes when you look at me, speechless and hopeful, and I want to know there and then, now and again, I want to truly know what it means to feel alive.
This is me standing up for sadness.
Remind me how I love getting lost in you. Remind me that you are an adventure worth taking and never forgetting.
Look what you’ve done, mom. Look how far you’ve come, how far we’ve come. From the blackness came light, from despair grew hope, and although you lost some battles, we won the war.
The best people I know have seen soul mates become strangers and have felt ghosts in their veins where gods used to reign.
Help lift her up. Help make her see. Teach yourself the powerful and noble truth that here is nothing more beautiful than a smiling soul staring at you with love-filled eyes. Make her smile. Warm her heart. Be silly.