There has never been a greater time than now. Never before has so much been at stake. Never before did the top of the mountain seem so attainable, with so much to gain, and with so much happiness across the spectrum. As I look around the frozen wastelands, I see glimmers of stars reflecting from the snow and I realise that everything is so magical, so serene, so wonderful ... including me. With all our imperfections and flaws and endless insecurities, we are perfect in the way we are able to connect and form this crazy thing they said is life. We get to define it with our actions, with how we treat one another, with our innate ability to find light even in the darkest of voids. We get to live life, all the while watching how it is taken away. And that, I've realised, is the most beautiful thing I can imagine.
He is not a broken heart, and he is not defeat. He is not the miles he ran to get away from himself and he is not the way he cried under the tree with the sky falling and the smell of tears and cigarettes. He is not his delusions and his demons. He is muscles building cells, a little every day, because they broke that day, but bones are stronger once they heal. He is smiling to the people who pass him by and trying his hardest to act like an adult. He is the way a life unfolds and blooms and seasons come and go and he is the way spring always finds a way to turn even the coldest winter into a field of green and flowers and new life. But most importantly, he is on his way, and nothing will stop him.
