Sometimes laughter truly is the best (and only) medicine.
A place where the burdens we carry suddenly become weightless.
They say laughter is the best medicine, and six months ago I found myself highly medicated, that is, I remembered how to laugh.
Caring looks like sharing yourself and your entire realm of being with another. It looks like opening yourself up in all regards.
With the amount of consumerism, and glorified affection surrounding a single designated calendar day, no matter how strong of an exterior you may present to the outside world, on the inside, these feelings have a tendency to bubble up.
Just keep going is such a simple phrase, yet it is one that can hold an infinite amount of power.
As humans, it’s only natural we want to make good something. There are those who want to make good money. There are those who want to make good art. There are those who want to make good friends. There are those who simply want to make good use of the time that’s been given.
Here you are reminded that while you may have created the world that lives in your head, you certainly did not create this one. This world is far more majestic than yours, far more defined.
I am thankful I carry with me the pieces of a broken heart, recognizing these pieces are not only a part of who I am today, but are valuable pieces of the puzzle of the person I am continuing to become.
Although it tends to feel like it at the time, quitting doesn’t equate with failure.