“Don’t cry because it’s over, smile because it happened.”
- Dr. Seuss
i swear, that guy is a genius.. or at least, highly relatable.
as someone who always finds the glass HALF full of oj with lots of pulp, im always wanting more. dont we all? oh and dont forget the sliver of fresh fruit perched at the lip of the glass. sip. ah, instant satisfaction.
i dont know whats compelled me to do so but ive been inspired to write again. used to do it all the time. on the clock, off the clock. on the bus, in my mind. on a napkin, on a post it. on calendars and even on yes, my hand. the medium? purple ink pen. a friends lipstick. 0.5 mechanical pencil that would always rip the back of a perfectly flat, brown recycled napkin.
amazing how letters in solitude make no sense whatsoever, but in perfect harmony with one another make for inspiring, heartfelt and breathtaking words.
on the other hand, they can ruin a perfectly good thing. its all a balance, i suppose. everything in this world requires balance.
but i wish it didnt.
boy do i, of all people, wish it didnt.
i want to give. i dont care to take.
i laugh profusely and cry sparingly.
i hate (i know most of you arent shocked at all..
jerks.) but i equally - if not more - love.
ooooh yeah, that last one burns.
but hey, like the doctor advised: smile.
but hey, like kanye said: people in life are seasons and anything that happen is for a reason.
but hey, like someone once greeted: oh hi!
i know what it is.
you inspired me.
your kindness, your heart, your thoughtfulness. your in-car karaoke.
the way you made me want to wake up an hour earlier just to talk. and listen to you talk to others.
the way you made me happy to be me - loud, obnoxious, funny, me. plain and simple.
last week was beautiful. perfect. amazing. happy. one-of-a-kind. explosive.
best one of 2011, so far. seeing how the year is half over, thats saying a lot. more than words can say, more than hand-holding can express, more than seat warmers can warm, more than smooth roads and bike lanes can save flat tires and accidents.
im not going to cry because its over, but rather smile because YOU happened.