I call "work" helping people raise money to find a cure for cancer, while they sweat over miles and oceans for the first time. My hours are spent listening to stories bringing both joy, pain and tears. Do you feel me yet?I am one hell of a lucky girl.
This afternoon I spent walking the beach with an extraordinarily beautiful lady. Never a moment of silence, the wind floated our conversation to topics only true friends entertain. She is starting a new chapter in her life shortly, thus my admiration and amazement justified from the minute our lives crossed.
The "everything happens for a reason" probed in through the breeze and sand, as this mantra has swept through the minds of seemingly all society these days. Yes, everything may happen for a reason, but making things happen and learning the reason gives us a chance to experience life.
Every person plays a role in who we are. Every path we take, road we travel and adventure we have make us who we are this very second. Our adventures may be small, our roads short or paths empty, but these all have a meaning that deserves our congested time.
I've found, in all of my 30 years, what truly matters is cutting through the layers, exposing, if only to ourselves, who we are. Exposure terrifyingly difficult and easy to hide in a world full of tangible conveniences. If we don't take the time to realize what matters we're destined to let irresistible comfort prohibit our dreams.
Don't blink, before we know it decades have gone by and we may be surrounded by people only to stand in a crowd screaming at the top of our lungs while the shadowed faces pass us by.
