Free to Roam

Life isn't about the number of breaths you take, it's the moments that take your breath away, or so they say.

Although I agree with the above quotation, it fails to mention anything about the moments that fill you with life, the ones that allow you to breathe.

The moments when you allow yourself to let loose. The ones that make you forget about any stress, worries, or negativities. The moments where you are truly living in the moment. Moments of spontaneity. The ones that feel surreal. The kind that make you believe just for a second that you're in a movie, because such things can only take place in movies; there is no room for them in real life. True adventures. Adventures that make you smile and provide you with that unique sense of happiness that one rarely encounters. The kinds of moments that should fill each of our days, every moment. However, if you are able to experience it at all, you are quite fortunate.

Sometimes, a break from routine is exactly what you need.

Today, you inspired me.

Midnight Cravings

Isn't it true that when we're down, we secretly hope that someone will magically take away all our pain and worries and somehow make everything better? Secretly because we'd all like to think that we have it all under control and help from others is utterly unnecessary. But an honest confession to ourselves could sometimes require us to dig deep into our past. It's only reasonable to assume that if someone once made you smile, they have the ability to do it again.

But if that's the case, how is one supposed to differentiate between just wanting someone to fill a void and actually wanting someone, that person, back in their lives? How do you know if you're just seeking comfort at that moment or something a bit more constant?

It's all in our heads. We can convince ourselves to go either way, but if we, ourselves, are leaning towards one side, doesn't that preference alone make the distinction?

Under what circumstances is it okay for us to cave into our desires and dive back into our past for just a few minutes? Is it a sign of weakness, something that could hinder us from moving forward, or just a friendly reminder we all need once in a while?

Beautiful to Me

Everyone has that one moment that they often attempt to picture. Something we daydream about, but the reality of it actually occurring anytime soon is just too far-fetched. So we let our imaginations run wild hoping to catch a glimpse of what that moment might feel like, knowing that it will be amazing, whenever it happens.

But it could come sooner than you think, and it doesn't have to be anything extraordinary. The moments that mean the most to us are usually the ones that others would find insignificant, because only you realize its true value, only you can feel all of the emotions that are attached, and only you can capture it for all that it is. And only those that are close to you, the ones that know the whole story, may be able to fathom the immense intensity of it.

Needless to say, reality will always manage to somehow surprise you regardless of the numerous times and ways you may have imagined it happening.

Mine not only came at a time when I least expected it, but also at a time when I almost did not want it, as crazy as that may sound. Instead of imagining the possibilities, I am now re-playing reality in my head, and I'm still a little flustered. Perhaps because I still can't wrap my head around the idea of it all. And when I say most people would think of it as insignifanct, I'm not exaggerating, or underestimating for that matter. It's just one of those things.

"Slow down and everything you are chasing will come around and catch you." -John De Paola

Glimmer of Hope

Even in the darkest hours, a beam of light magically appears, a glimmer of hope that things just might get better. It doesn't have to be anything major. Instead, just a slight sign will do.

It's really easy to give up on people, even on the ones that mean the most to us. Our selfishness, frustration, and impatience can sometimes get the best of us. It doesn't make you a bad person by any means. However, the truth is, even if only a few out of a million words get through to a person, it just might be worth it. By no means is that a waste as long as something is getting through, as long as there is some remote chance of improvement.

And that moment when things do get through is priceless. That feeling of connecting with that person, the unity, is indescribable.