It has always boggled my mind how an intelligent person can be so reckless. How is it possible that someone who clearly knows better manages to let their feelings get the best of them? Until I realized, I live for passion. Some of us live to think, to ponder while others pine to feel something.
Maybe it's the writer in me. I understand that while the wildest stories may come to life only through vivid imaginations, some factual incident, some magical moment sparked the idea of it all. While many of us watch movies and read novels to escape into a world of fantasy, I live to experience those unbelievable, breathtaking moments in reality. It's that you-just-had-to-be-there moment or that inexplicable, unimaginable instant of enchantment that gives me hope. The stories that others will only consider fabricated or exaggerated are the ones worth telling.
Not every tale has a happy ending. There isn't always a happily ever after, but there is always a lesson to be learned. Every story has a moral, a mental or emotional takeaway. They mold us into the people we were meant to be and bring us one step closer to the story we wait our entire lives to write, compile, comprehend and one day share.