The Magic of Simply Existing

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Sometimes I like to let my body go still and allow myself feel the boundary of my skin. From my core to the furthest edge of my fingertips I occupy a body, connected mind and flesh by millions of electrical impulses firing away. Amongst those impulses exists every moment of my life.  Every word I have ever read or written, every dream that ever flooded my sleepy mind, every lyric and the music to every song that has ever graced my ears is contained somewhere in the intricate web that is my brain.
When I think about this, it puts so much into perspective. Being a thinking, breathing thing with the gift and curse of the human condition is as beautiful as it is tragic. We are a compliation of experiences, electrified– walking, talking, seeing, remebering the good things and learning from the bad everyday.  We get to call that life. When I remeber how incredible that is, I can shrink the self induced stresses that make life more difficult than it needs to be; I can focus on not just being happy, but being awe inspired.

March 1st, 2013

Tomorrow marks the six month anniversary of the day you and I walked to the cliffs of Fort Funston. We missed the sunset by a couple of minutes, but light escaping over the horizon still touched the dark Northern California ocean in the most beautiful way. That’s still my favorite spot in all of San Francisco.

When it was too dark to see, we walked home along the street that curls around the edge of Lake Merced, our path only briefly illuminated by passing headlights.

I remember holding your hand in the frigid San Francisco spring air, listening to your nervous voice with my own nervous ears–waiting for you to ask what I’d been hoping ever since you bought that plane ticket.

“Will you be my girlfriend?”

March 1st, 2013 is the day you made everything different.

I love you.

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Ripping Stitches

Your words,

They leave teeth marks

And intend to draw blood.

You are miserable,

So you rip your own stitches

And blame the world

Because you want it to bleed with you.

 

-a.g.

 

Outward harm never resulted in inward healing.  Blame never allowed a sad soul to flourish.

It’s simple. ┬áBe happy and allow others to be happy.