In my idiosyncratic opinion

I think it's the interesting things that keep us on our toes.
It's the tough stuff that keeps us aware.

It's the bad that sheds light on how good the good really is.


a little death. I think we all have a little bit of death in our lives. death of a family member; death of a friend.
suicide.
tragedy.
a series of unfortunate events;
one that ultimately leads to something we never ever wanted.

Honestly, I have a lot on my mind, but not a lot that I'm capable of saying.
Because it's just way too much. It's too powerful and emotional. It's too tragic. It's too complicated.
This life. This life is oh so complicated, and we're never really going to be able to understand it all because it's constantly changing, and by the time we think we have it figured out, a new day begins and we have to start all over again. no two days are the same; no two lives the same. no two hearts and minds the same. even though we have our differences, we're all in this together, and that's important to remember. In our individuality, we find strength.
strength in numbers.
strength in hope.
strength in love.

There are certain people I admire for the life they've lived. the courage; the strength; the hope. the passion. they've kept their faith. they've endured; persevered.

Two words. simple words we never really knew. "it's okay."
It's okay to cry. It's okay to have these feelings. It's okay to fall face down, broken, feeling defeated, an emotional landslide.
It's okay, because It's not over.
you're not done.
there's more.
there's good.
there's love.
there's beauty.
there's pain.
but it's all so beautiful.

it's okay.

There's something so magical about all of this. this life. this death.
I don't want to understand it all.
and I don't even want to try to understand half of it, or even a quarter of it.


Words escape me.
This is just so much.
I wish I had words to say.
I wish I had more love to give.
or rather, I wish i was more capable of giving that love.

Beauty.
Beauty is a daisy pushing through cement.
Beauty is the look in someones eyes when they tell you something important or meaningful to you.
Beauty is the sound of guitar echoing through an empty room.
Beauty is people coming together to help out just one person or family.
Beauty is a father with his arm around his daughter, he knows she doesn't like it, but he also knows this could be his last day on earth.
Beauty is a son stepping up to help his family when his parents are unable to do their regular responsibilities.
Beauty is the sound of a naive child's giggle.
Beauty is a tear in the eye of the strong.
Beauty is everywhere
Everything has it's own way of being beautiful.


nothing is more important.
nothing is more powerful.
than the love of a friend.


Don't take this life or day for granted