I read and write and sing and experience, thinking that one day these things will build the character I admire to live as. I do my best to love and lose and bleed, to the extreme, hoping that one day the world will read me like the epic novel I you want to be. I try to remember to always reach for the stars, even though they are the farthest thing out there. When I make an effort to reach deep into myself, it is the same thing, but in the opposite direction. She once told me that if I somehow manage to reach in both directions, I will have spanned the whole universe. Quite the thought, isn't it? Especially knowing that the sun will rise and set regardless. What I choose to do with the light while it's here ... well ... that's a whole other beast entirely. A bit of advice? Journey wisely.
