uncle seth

Relish life with the one you love every moment of your one wild life. Each day is the Universe’s gift to you for doing the hard work of staying alive.

Make the most of your life, and do the things you find pleasure in, because soon enough, you will die.

As long as there is love there will be grief because grief is love's natural continuation.

Grief is a giant neon sign, protruding through everything, pointing everywhere, broadcasting loudly, "Love was here." In the finer print, quietly, "Love still is”

To embrace the truth that trying new things requires toddling, falling

To accept that to fall in love is to lose one’s senses

To know that epiphanies come from seemingly foolish questions

The useless days will add up to something. The shitty waitressing jobs. The writing in your journal. The long meandering walks. The hours reading poetry and novels and dead people's diaries and wondering about sex and God and whether you should shave under your arms or not. These things are your becoming.