It's all part of the plan...

See me soar...

Sometimes I feel like if you just watch things, just sit still and let the world exist in front of you - sometimes I swear that just for a second time freezes and the world pauses in its tilt. Just for a second. And if you somehow find a way to live in that second, then you would live forever.
Because to tell you the truth, the thing I'm most afraid of ... is time. I mean, I'm afraid of not having enough of it. Not enough time to understand people, how they really are, or to be understood myself. I'm afraid of the quick judgements or mistakes everybody makes. Those you can't fix. I guess I'm afraid of seeing snapshots, not movies. Of watching and not seeing. Of time passing through me, instead of me passing through time.

I hope that in this year to come, you make mistakes. Because if you are making mistakes, then you are trying new things, learning, living, pushing yourself, changing yourself, changing your world. You're doing things you've never done before, and more importantly, you're doing something. So that's my wish for you, and all of us. Lets make new mistakes - glorious, amazing mistakes. Make mistakes nobody's ever made before. Don't freeze, don't stop, don't worry that it isn't good enough, or it isn't perfect, whatever it is: art, or love, or work or family or life. Whatever it is you're scared of doing, Do it. Make your mistakes, next year and forever.

Hard time forgiving, even harder forgetting...

Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings. So as I start to embrace the new love and lust that I have somehow stumbled upon, I naturally digress back to the one that was taken from me before. It staring me in the face on a daily basis, also perhaps helps manifest feelings of melancholy, reminding me that despite what was lost, there was so much gained because of the bond we once shared. Some things are eternal, and that doesn't mean there isn't room for something else, something new, something that has yet to flourish its purest form. Something exciting. Something that despite all odds, takes your breath away. And that something ... is you.