Point a gun to my belly and ask me what I really want to do with the rest of my life and I’d honestly say: Beauty. I’d love nothing more than to dedicate my entire existence to it. To be completely committed to blocking out anything other than what’s beautiful. Being in absolute awe of it. Always. All ways. And, just as importantly, or maybe even more so, to add as much beauty to this world of ours as I can. Right on up until my last breath. I just want to write love poems all day. I want to look in the eyes of all who are suffering and tell them that I’m with them. And that I’ll never leave them alone. Even if I can’t always be there. And, that I see no other outcome then the miraculous. I want to stand in warm breezes radiating gratefulness. Laugh with my sister until my ribs rupture. Hug strangers who look like they can use one. Bring water to thirsty dogs. Fall in love with myself. I mean, really fall in love with myself and then literally sense myself in everyone. Without exception. I want to wake up smiling. I just want to wake up smiling, without worrying about money. I just want to wake up smiling, without wasting another day waiting for my life to start.
Posted on: Thu, 03 Jul 2014 03:53:45 +0000
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