Shock and Awe

 

I have so much I want to say right now...but the truth is, I don't even know where to start.

My heart is broken, but not for me. For you. Every fiber of my being wants to make things right for you. But I know I can't. All I can do is pray and be here to listen when you need me to. That's what friends do, that's what love does I guess. You put aside your own pain to lessen that of the person you love.

Love is such a strange creature. It's no wonder people never understand it. It doesn't seem to make sense. It's never predictable. And it never fails.  If it fails....then it wasn't really love.

Comfort is Overrated

I've come to the conclusion that comfort is overrated.
I don't want life to be comfortable.
I want my life to be lived with reckless abandon.
I want to be fearless.
I want to stand at the edge of every day and see the possibility that comes with not staying in my comfort zone.
You aren't going to find your dreams in your comfort zone.
Those dreams are reserved for when you're sleeping.
The real dreams...the ones that come true, the ones that you fight for, the ones that are worth the fight...those are the ones you find when your eyes are wide open.
So, I don't want my life to be comfortable.
I want it to be poetic.
I want to spend it chasing my dreams to the ends of the earth.