I don't know who I am writing for, but I still feel like I should be writing. The only problem is that when I have those moments when I desperately need to get thoughts out of my head and into words, I don't want to share what comes out. And when I do want to share something, I generally want to share with a specific person. But, nevertheless, I am going to fight against my natural inclination for a little bit longer and try to keep this blog from becoming dormant.


"And here’s another realization that I’ve written about before: You already have everything you need to be happy, right here and right now.

Do you have eyes that see? You have the ability to appreciate the beauty of the sky, of greenery, of people’s faces, of water. Do you have ears that hear? You have the ability to appreciate music, the sound of rainfall, the laughter of friends. You have the ability to feel rough denim, cool breezes, grass on bare feet … to smell fresh-cut grass, flowers, coffee … to taste a plum, a chili pepper, chocolate.

This is a miracle, and we take it for granted. Instead, we strive for more, when we already have everything. We want nicer clothes, cooler gadgets, bigger muscles, bigger boobies, flatter stomachs, bigger houses, cars with leather seats that talk to you and massage your butt. We’ve kinda gone insane that way.

The sane thing is to realize we don’t need any of that. We don’t need to improve our lives. We don’t need to improve ourselves, because we’re already perfect.

Once you accept this, it frees you.

You’re now free to do things, not because you want to be better, but because you love it. Because you’re passionate about it, and it gives you joy. Because it’s a miracle that you even can do it."


This is from another blog (uh-oh, is it really okay that I've begun to reference other people's blogs, especially people I don't know?) and one of my friends already wrote about it in her blog, so I'm basically just some post-modern blog-stealing girl, but I'm going to continue to write anyway.

Too often I take for granted the beauty in my life, the beauty that I can experience simply because I am human. Today, on this quiet morning alone, it's easy to be appreciative; I have a whole string of happy moments where I can really look at the sun streaming in through my window, really taste the cinnamon in my cereal, really feel the warmth of my bed. I wish I would do this all the time, but I get distracted by the urgency of schoolwork, club meetings, unreplied emails, even just the pressure of maintaining relationships. I love these moments spent with no one but myself, because then I have no choice but to see all the happy-making things around me.

Now I'm going to go on a solo stroll and drink in the autumn air and be free.