To live

I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful, and don’t forget to make some art — write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can.

- Neil Gaiman

I see so many of us stuck in the mold. Restrained to what we believe we should do- not what we can do- not what we are capable of.

And you and I, love, are capable of so much more than the daily drudge of commonality. Our eyes seemingly dull from the screens reflection could shine vibrantly from the vast openness of greenery in wild Tuscany.

And the pale look of your skin from those fluorescent lights could glow warm underneath the sweat and shine of those italian rays.

So why dear one, are you holding yourself back? When time is ever running. When moments are ever fleeting.

There’s still life for you to live.

There’s still art you are capable of creating.

There’s still love for you to recieve.

Theres’s still places for you to go, and people for you to meet.

There’s still books for you to read.

There’s still a life for you to live.