It’s such a rare and incredible thing, to be alive.
To laugh so hard your body forgets how to breath and scream because you can and change in every way without ever trying. To kiss and cry and eat dessert and stare at the ceiling and wonder if you’re happy enough.
Think yes (flowers that grow without being planted and old dogs and children who reach out to touch the sky because they don’t know the limits of the world just yet)
Think no (big storms that erase small costal villages and the boy with sad eyes who broke you so bad you don’t recognize your own reflection and stolen wallets in misfit hands)
Close your eyes and think what you think and don’t ever stop.
Because here’s the truth as I know it: to be alive is to be everything all at once. The yes and the no. This, but also that. Something so far beyond what we can see and touch and understand.
How rare. How incredible.