This is living. This is what it means to open and close your eyes, to inspire and expire, to rise and to fall. The constant tug-of-war between love and loathing, honesty and dishonesty, happiness and sadness, yet still remember joy at day's end. Through every moment, finding peace in knowing there are things I don't see, but are still there. Knowing that somehow I am not the only one in the bigger picture and that I am still loved completely and totally. These are the things that help me to remember that my life, though it is not my own, is lived with more love and joy than could ever be expected.
Beautiful moment: a young girl (must have been 3) walking down the streets of NY in front of her mother, completely confident of where she was going and who she was, with her Afro bouncing with each step. Just gorgeous.
Saturday, June 5, 2010
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