Listening to: Starship soundtrack
Reading: Wuthering Heights
Watching: Doctor Who
Drinking: Ice Tea
I wish you peace and love and happiness in everything you do,
I pray that everywhere you go someone will be in love with you,
and I know that if you'd stayed within these loving arms of mine
that every single one of these dreams would come true.
I feel like the end is near, and it's rather frightening in its own way. The end that simultaneously becomes a beginning, because really there never is a true ending, only a start to something new and something unfamiliar. I'm leaving in only a few weeks, what I'm leaving behind is the familiar and the comfortable, the complacency. What I'm leaving for is equally as terrifying as it is thrilling, but it is a stark authenticity, as unyielding as it is malleable. It doesn't quite seem real to me yet, it's hovering in the periphery of my thoughts, but I haven't quite accepted it yet.
One of my favorite quotes of all time is by Richard Niebuhr who said "Pilgrims are poets who create by taking journeys".
I feel like this embodies everything I love about life and the opportunities I have been given. I'd like to think I'm an artist, in my own cardinal, humble sort of way. Art is to create, art is life and beauty and sensation. To travel is to create. To bridge the gap between the familiar and the uninvestigated is living, breathing art in the most instinctive form.