Something Kind of Wonderful

In the hazy afternoon light, the azure sky is shimmering in her eyes. The sunlight dancing in her hair. She feels the breeze against her skin and smiles. There, in the quiet pastures, she waits for something wonderful. There, she waits for the beginning of a heartbreakingly beautiful story.

Tomorrow

I never said I'll find all the answers. I never said I'll figure everything out. But in this blinding haze, I'm fumbling my way to clarity. I'm trying, one day at a time.

Wanted: Travel Buddy

Dear Fellow Wanderluster,

Yes, you, whoever you are and wherever in the world you may be right now, I need you to stand beside me (or in front of me so I can photograph you) before glorious sunrises and sunsets, and we'd be silly tourists taking a million photographs of every place. We'd find ourselves surrounded by beauty so magnificent that it takes our breath away. We'll be restless, and we'll be grateful, and each time, each single time, we will be awed by His majesty.

Because above all, love is patient.

Happy Valentine's Day everyone! ♥

Today

Today I finally took my own advice and determinedly turned my back upon my north. I finally threw out all my dusty notes, all the yellowed handouts, all the things I've kept for so long believing I might need them again someday. I have come to the realization that if it's meant to happen, if I really want it to happen, and if God wills it to happen, it will.

The days are getting longer.

we're speaking silence

words can break


it feels like we are falling awake


in a place


in a time


of our own.


Listen.

"There's so much more to life than all the hours, moments that just slid beneath our feet." - Lifehouse

Listen.

So it's 2:41 AM and I have to work at 6. I only got 5 hours of sleep yesterday, so I don't understand why I'm not getting any shuteye right now.

I think one is more vulnerable during the wee hours of the morning.

I've been listening to Lifehouse's albums on repeat for 2 days now, and Jason Wade's deep voice feels like home to me. These beautifully-written songs that I've always known by heart remind me of all the things I miss, and things I missed--chances that have slipped right through my grasps. 

But there's so much more than all the hours, moments that just slid beneath our feet. The future is waiting. I'm restless. And I guess I'll always be restless, always trying to create the greatest memories, always longing for a new place to see and photograph. And it's been three long months.

"The most tragic life is spent pursuing things that don't matter at all in the end."

I just remembered that some days ago--I can't pinpoint exactly when--during one of those random conversations that happen over dinner or coffee or break time, we ended up talking about how, allegedly, beer eventually begins to taste like water when you get used to it. I wouldn't know; I don't like beer.

Ever heard of the expression YOLO? It stands for You Only Live Once. I guess it's similar to carpe diem, only it's usually an excuse for people to do something stupid. So go ahead and part the night away, they say. So what if you've got an exam or you have to go to work early tomorrow? Go ahead and drink yourself to oblivion. C'mon, you know you want to sniff that joint. After all, you only live once.

But I think the YOLO idea has been taken in a completely wrong context. You're not supposed lose yourself in alcohol, in drugs, in nothingness because you've only got one life to live. You're not supposed to throw this life away for that momentary pleasure, that fleeting satisfaction. Doesn't it feel so wrong--to make this stream of spur-in-a-moment decisions and spend the rest of your life suffering, dealing with the consequences? Why not save yourself the trouble in the first place?

You know what I think? I think that since we only live once, we should live it right. Or try at least. We can always try.