it's okay to feel, let it flow through you, let it run down your face and drop into the earth. feel as often as possible, freely and openly but never hold onto them for too long. feel them long enough to let them go, always let them go because there is an abundance inside you, forever creating and destroying in an endless cycle of life. what a joy to be alive.
waiting...
what does it mean to be alive, to feel the earth beneath your feet, the warmth of the sun as it sinks beneath your skin, the air that we breathe, filling our lungs; the chapters that we write in the drumbeat of our hearts and the dog-ears that we fold into the pages of ours lives, waiting, always contemplating for the what ifs, maybes and somedays, only to spend a lifetime in mastering the art of patience with nothing to show but the hopes of one day starting a life because fulfillment awaits no one.