The only thing to remember is that....
....only people who truly care, remember.
The rest?
Well, despite what one may like to believe, the rest never cared to begin with.
Not a thing.
I wouldn't change a single thing, if I had to do it all over again.
Happy 7th, my love.
S.
I'm not crazy.
I'm just crazy about you.
I don't know if I've said this before.
No one promised it would be easy. They just promised it would be worth it.
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Something silly that made me think about something really, really important. Had it been.
I missed my calling in life.
I don't know why.
I always miss my Mom.
But today, I miss my Dad.
Its never black and white.
Then why does judgment come so easily?
People do seemingly horrible things. Sometimes.
But the thing to remember is that there is always a reason. There is always the other side to any story. And that people who sometimes do these horrible things are not always horrible people.
Thats its easy to let go of all rationale, all that is righteous and true, all that is painful yet the right thing to do all at once, and lose yourself in a moment.
And that its always better, if not to forget, but to forgive.
Happy Thanksgiving.
We all laugh at gilded butterflies.
~ Anonymous
When you're alone....
Do you wonder if there is more?
To life?
To yourself?
To the people you care about?
To destiny?
I do. I know there's more.
I just don't know how much more.
And I won't find out until I let myself go.
Alas.
Let me have my chance.
Before the point of no return.
Nothing is worse than missing an opportunity that could have changed your life.
S., CGA
Doesn't feel anything like I thought it would.
Leave me the fuck alone.
Please.
As I drove down my most favourite road in the city on my drive back home, I saw the most beautiful tree I have ever seen. Green, yellow, orange and red all at once. I pulled over. Took a picture of the tree. Then continued to stare at it for several minutes. Much to the amusement of several passers by.
Anyway, thats why I love Fall.
The cool air. The crisp breeze. The brilliance of the reds and the innocence of the yellows.
And as I drove back home, the radio played "When I'm with you...". It reminded me of last year somehow.
Making every second count. Thats what life is all about.