madness of a summer's night

I have watched my sister make decisions with disastrous relationships over the past year that I foresee will ruin or end her life. I see her choose familiar suffering over the possibility of unknown joy, day in and day out. And I realize I cannot do the same through inaction. Less dramatic, but no less terrible.

It is like I'm born again! My birthday is in December, but my second birthday is now, when the sun is hot and the sky is bright and the birds are plentiful and loud. The earth bestows its blessings, and I am finally awake to receive them.

I hope the fruits of this summer are endlessly sweet for you.

oh, how perfect. how symbolic. what a wondrous, wonderful choice.

unknown joy! action over inaction, always: choosing the coiling path instead of being buried at the crossroads, stagnant and embittered. challenging the fates! eating your heart out! the second best time is now!

born again, on the precipice of summer. like a firebird's egg, cracking and sizzling. you're sowing and you'll have such a bountiful, beautiful harvest.

hell yeah! fall in love with your coworker summer!