It has been my experience that at sometime, someone, something, or someplace will open up your eyes to all the beauty around you. A stranger with a kind smile and a big heart. A book with enough words to inspire feelings you’ve been neglecting. A park in the middle of the city where nature clashes with the modern world. The world becomes bright and for perhaps the first time in your life, you are happy, and warm and content with everything. It doesn’t last long, this sudden feeling of euphoric oneness with the universe, but after, you forever appreciate that what makes life worth living, worth getting up for, worth becoming the very best you can be, if just to feel it one more time.
I remember writing this quite a while back. And while I still think it’s one of my most profound personal philosophies, I look back and think ‘Was I on drugs?’ No. This reads to me like an ignorant hippie’s pipe musings, however. It’s not exactly the image of myself I want to give off. So keep in mind that when I start describing how happy getting flowers makes me or how curious cockroaches half squished on the sidewalk makes me want to take them home, know there is much more to me than this insanity I allow you to see.
