The Long and Windy Road

I wasted so much time being angry.

For so long.

Do you know what the problem is with being angry?

Besides the anger that eats you up inside?

It leaves very little room for happiness

...for jubilation

...and forgiveness

...for comfort

...and for joy.

I think if I had known

...that our time together had an expiration date

...I would have played it differently

...way differently.

Because there is nothing more intimidating than not knowing when the end will come.

It happens when I run all the time. I lose my bearings and just can't be sure if I should slow down and save my reserve energy or motor through the pain and run as fast as my legs will take me. Knowing where the end is certainly does make pacing oneself easier.

Maybe there is something to the notion of living everyday like it's your last.
Every single moment is so precious...why waste it being anything but happy?

I took a walk today on the same path I take to school. I've been transfixed as of late by the flowers, the aritecture, the atmosphere of my little town on my way to or from work, and thought I needed to document it before I left for the summer. I do recall with fond memory pictures of Korea when it snowed. Matt was infuriated with my constant picture taking while his Texas self shivered in the Anyang winter, but it was well worth the self-preservation.

In the middle of this somewhat sunny day, while I was safely shrouded by this little wood, the heavens opened up and it started to pour. A 95-year old man was in there with me and we struck up what turned into a 30-minute conversation. His advice? We should all stop taking ourselves so seriously. It is only at this juncture in my life that I must say I can't agree more.


I hope you're taking time
today
to love
this day.