A lot of thoughts have been flowing in and out of my mind this week. Linking to the heart, of course, and always being sucked deeper and deeper into a dreamworld. Love, with it's broad contours that seem to flow effortlessly and are still so entrapping... Creating walls and yet building bridges between the heart and mind, balancing what is rational and what is too romantic for words to convey. It batters, it bruises, and yet each slight pain and ache is what some search for their whole lives... That hope that when one ascertains it in its purest form, that sense of complete and utter bliss will wash away all the negative experiences. Perhaps this is where my pessimism persists- this one broad field of vision. At the same time, it may be the one thing I am most optimistic about, because I know that it will be beautiful, it will be disastrous, but I would not have it any other way.
Noting that this blog has been written and rewritten, constantly forming and collapsing for the past (insert # here) days puts my mind in a cool, contemplative daze. As I continue to look at each tiny letter that appears on this screen, I am slowly edging myself deeper and deeper into this particular pool of thought: As long as love is constant, all will be well. It flows through the body just as consistently as blood. It is taken in and breathed out just as easily as air. It is the path underneath one's shoes, the substance of the soul, the skin upon one's very lips...
Every moment is worth it. Just keep in check.
(and how does one?)
Heart-to-hearts with my besties. Reading. Running into the night. Jam sessions (covers and originals). Desiring even more music (Sondre Leche, and going to see an orchestral Death Cab for Cutie with Tegan and Sara and The New Pornographers). Driving adventures. Writing.
Oh, methodology.
Again, every moment is worth it. Keep breathing, you are alive!
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