don't wait til the finish line

She was beautiful, but not like those girls in the magazines. She was beautiful, for the way she thought. She was beautiful, for the sparkle in her eyes when she talked about something she loved. She was beautiful, for her ability to make other people smile, even if she was sad. No, she wasn’t beautiful for something as temporary as her looks. She was beautiful, deep down to her soul. She is beautiful.

I must say a word about fear. It is life’s only true opponent. Only fear can defeat life.

I’m terrible at planning. I live life moving from one impulsive decision to another.

sometimes, trying to be an unattainable best gets in the way of being an available better.

I want to taste and glory in each day, and never be afraid to experience pain; and never shut myself up in a numb core of nonfeeling, or stop questioning and criticizing life and take the easy way out. To learn and think: to think and live; to live and learn: this always, with new insight, new understanding, and new love.

Loving someone should be hard and active, not easy and passive. When you sign up to actually love people – no fakers allowed – then you sign up for a life of runny noses, awkward car rides, hugs that last too long, pauses that demand no noise, and admitting you were wrong. If you want to actually love people then you have to be willing to be wrong. Love is forgiveness. And it’s atonement. And it’s basically like putting your soul in a washing machine – it’s not some gentle cycle, it’s a fierce whipping that rings you out good. It makes the stains fade. Best of all, it fills the holes.

friday night, replanting succulents & maple glazed bacon on toothpicks. the last thing he said before falling asleep was, “i love loving you.” & i could not dream of anything sweeter, so i stayed awake all night.