Yesterday, as I looked around at where I was, and as the glare of the night lights hit across my face, it was so clearly evident that I was not meant for this world. I wasn't built to thrive in its surroundings, to find meaning in its inhabitants or form connections worthy of this ridiculously funny journey we call life. And in that very instant, like a giant boulder rolled off my shoulders, I was completely fine with that. I'll have other things that will make my path glorious and wonderful, not everyone gets to have everything, and I think the secret to being happy, is knowing when to stop forcing something that just isn't for you. While I was a little sad as I walked home with the sunrise by my side, I quickly reminded myself that despite everything, the sheer act of one step in front of the other, is quite enough for me.
There was a tingle in his eyes, and it made him seem more alive than he thought possible. Life was designed to test him, to make him understand why he has the things he has, and why he doesn't others. Nothing can be perfect, and acknowledging that has made him so much more calm. Things will work out, and even if they don't, he will somehow manage to move on still, because that is what one is supposed to do, that is the only option one has left. We walk forward and then we die. Those lucky enough use most of their steps for something good, something better than yesterday. He must not forget that it's okay to get lost, to wander and to stumble and fall. Get up. Smile like nothing happened. And march on. March on harder than ever before.
