Creating Masterpieces

Isn’t it a little heartbreaking? Writing about love all the time when you aren’t in love anymore?“ he asks her.

“No,” she says “it’s hopeful. I’ve written about every way I can think of to fall in love and, eventually, one of them will be my story.

Just grow and scream and fall hard into the things you love most about life. Kiss boys or girls or both and let yourself be someone else’s reason to smile. Just look world, the big wide whole of it, and remember that every small bit is right there. Right under your feet and you fears and just dance for a moment. Alone or for a crowd, it doesn’t really matter. Just do it. Just this once. And then stop and listen to the Earth as she hold you up high and calls your name. Let her remind you where you came from and whisper where you’re going. Just live and belly laugh and be good to your body but never turn down a hot donut. Skinny dip and read under the Oak trees and breathe it all in. Just be. I think that’s what I’m trying to say. For once in your life, just let yourself be.