I love that moment. When I'm in a place filled with inspiration and I completely zone out. I forget about all my troubles, I forget about everyone around me. The past no longer exists, the future doesn't seem so terrifying anymore, and the present makes me glad I'm still here to experience it. Then I just pick up my pen and start writing. It doesn't even matter what I write, because in that magical moment I'm content and everything seems so peaceful.
I've accepted that not everyday is going to be worth waking up in the morning for. It's not always going to be perfect. The trick is to move on, to get up. Sooner or later you'll stumble upon days that really, truly are worth waking up for. And as I bid farewell to one of those days, I can't help but feel grateful. All of a sudden it makes sense. I guess I've always been one of those people who would walk into the sea, just to find memories.
As I take a deep breath, the world around me slows down. The second I stop fighting, time really is on my side, and I can keep on being who I am. The view from up here has never been more beautiful. My eyes have stopped searching, because I can finally say, with absolute certainty, that my heart has found exactly what it's been looking for. I finally found me...
