I hope that you let yourself experience the world this way, and often – to let the joy of living sweep you away into borderline hysteria. I hope you open up your heart to give… or to receive; to be the best part of someone else’s day. I hope when you forget your sunglasses on a day too bright for words you smile, not cringe. I hope you buy a homeless man lunch at least once. I hope you sit with him at least twice.
There is so much life to be lived. There are too many notes not to sing at least one of them - loudly. The sound of your laugh is so uniquely you that I can’t help but be brought to life by hearing it. Your gifts are a part of your fingerprint; they are inescapable. Don’t deny them, don’t try to escape them. Every bit of good in you is there for a purpose and adds to the world; to my world.
I am happy to be alive and I am happy to be breathing. I am humbled by the human capacity for hope, and inspired by it all at once. I want to lead the kind of life that points others Homeward. I want to love people in a way that causes them to see the Source. I want to keep breathing in, so long as I have the capability.
I want to live, and then write about it.