You took the time to memorize me my fears my hopes and dreams I just like hanging out with you all the time All those times that you didn't leave it's been occurring to me I would like to hang out with you for my whole life

“Live in each season as it passes; breathe the air, drink 

the drink, taste the fruit, and resign yourself to the 

influence of the earth.” 

― Henry David Thoreau

“People will tell you most of the story… and I’ve learned that the part they neglect to tell you is often the most important part. People hide the truth because they’re afraid.”

Safe Haven

And for just a moment I had reached the point of ecstasy that I always wanted to reach, which was the complete step across chronological time into timeless shadows, and wonderment in the bleakness of the mortal realm, and the sensation of death kicking at my heels to move on, with a phantom dogging its own heels, and myself hurrying to a plank where all the angels dove off and flew into the holy void of uncreated emptiness, the potent and inconceivable radiancies shining in bright Mind Essence, innumerable lotus-lands falling open in the magic mothswarm of heaven. I could hear an indescribable seething roar which wasn't in my ear but everywhere and had nothing to do with sounds. I realized that I had died and been reborn numberless times but just didn't remember because the transitions from life to death and back are so ghostly easy, a magical action for naught, like falling asleep and waking up again a million times, the utter casualness and deep ignorance of it.

J. Kerouac

The rain can't hurt me now
This rain will wash away what's past
And you will keep me safe
And you will keep me close
I'll sleep in your embrace at last.

Les Mis

I promise to find joy in the adventure always,

hope in the situations of the present and

appreciation for the situations of the past.

To remain as truthful to myself while still practicing love,

even when I don't understand.

To know when to speak up and to know when to shut up.

To be brave when I feel fear,

to be humble enough to have perspective.

But mostly, the adventure, to crave it and indulge it at every opportunity

This is what I want to tell you,

that complacency is the worst enemy to meet in battle.

It's a disease that spreads into the  quietest corners and infects your entire mind.

I hate it, and even more honestly,

its terrifying to me...

to find yourself settled into the  inns and outs of everything you wanted it to be.

Not having something you desire is alarming.

To live the unconventional 

and the predictability of it all... heartbreaking.

Then you're left wondering what and why and how?

And nothing in the end matters.

But this is no way to live, because really,

it all matters.

But how do you remedy a heart that is stuck in the past,

scared to carry on into a future of complacency...

I never have understood love,

and I don't think I ever will,

but yet nonetheless I feel it as real as the sun and the air.

It's everywhere...

and don't just deny air, because we need it live.

But yet...

it may lead to the path of  simplicity, predictability, stunted growth.

Just escape into the endless journey and adventure of the mad ones.

I want to be mad and free.

What a sorrowful joy that lies in the freedom of loneliness.

If you understand what I mean then maybe you are as mad as I.

Thinking about the past and the time,

time is a  wedge that pushes a distance between what you once loved

and what you never thought you could love.

That city built me, 

to be a visitor in a foreign land,

a brand new slate,

empty and full of hopefulness.

I hope you realize that down the road,

things make sense, more then you thought they would.

And I hope you also realize that even when you felt the most lost,

you were right in the perfect spot of where you needed to be.

Because then you just become more and more grateful,

for each opportunity.

Gratitude is a necessity and should be revered as the most important.

Because then you appreciate everything,

the beauty,

the love, 

the moment, 

life.

It's such a gift, an open ended gift, a blank canvas.

What do we do with it?

How are we supposed to  make it something that worth anything?

In the end...does it even matter?

Only that you did your best, 

and you were true with yourself.

Be honest.

Please don't forget to acknowledge the things that make you an individual,

because those things are yours to own,

just like certain experiences,

that you are able to preserve your individuality,

and you continue to love yourself.

Steering clear of complacency,

remaining the mad one.

Igniting adventure,

enduring the unknown,

trusting in the natural process,

and letting love matter.