I think that people have an odd way of finding their ways back to one another and the things that they secretly love, maybe can’t live without. I don’t think there’s a script for how life is supposed to go or who we’re supposed to be, but I think that we’re all so much more interconnected than we think. Every action you take, every gesture and movement you make has a funny way of leaving an effect on people, the trees and air around you, and sometimes it happens and leaves before you or they even realize it was there. So I think that if things and people are “meant to be” then people will probably or should probably make them happen, make them “be”. If you feel like something outside of your body is saying that you’re supposed to be somewhere or with someone or doing something, then maybe you should learn to trust those strange things you don’t understand, those curiosities that make life passionate and worth living. Maybe the tension of our bodies saying, “We’re not safe, but we’re living.” is manifested as the adrenaline our bodies drink for meaning. Maybe all “destiny” really is is the feeling you get when you’re gripping onto the safety bar of a roller coaster or the security of a lover’s hand, and you know you’re about to fall, and yet some rationalized gut feeling tells you that even if you were to fall too hard, if you jolted forward too far and accidentally spilled all your guts out, somehow it’d still be worth it. You’d just put up a “wet floor” sign, like the flag that marks some interim chaos or redefined beginning; and behind the yellow tape, maybe you’d dream of how to fall again. Happy Tuesday, all. Chase your dreams at full speed, be a force that is mighty even when it sleeps, and remember, remember to see the stars.
Posted on: Tue, 10 Sep 2013 12:47:09 +0000
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