A beautiful life is fragile. We take so many things for granted, the people in our lives, the clothing on our back, the food we eat. Our lives are beautiful, even with all the chaos and the mess that takes place every now and then. It's fragile, this life, so easily broken by a moment, or a series of moments that we allow to compile, until it causes an explosion of regretable choices. I've broken mine so many times before, never to the point of no return, but it has been broken. I'm thankful today because I'm reminded of how beautiful this life of mine really is and how fragile it is. I need to care for it, for my family, my friends, for everyone that I share a 30 minute phone call with over the phone.
It's so easy to lose sight of it: this beautiful life to ache for something more, something that in the end may never lead to happiness. "The grass is always greener on the other side", until you step into the yard and find that all the weeds are killing the grass. You look back over at your own grass and it's vibrant with life. Life, it's beautiful, live it. I'm going to soak mine in for everything that it is, even when it's hard, even when it's bad, even when I wanna pull my hair out or find an island to run to where I'll never be found again. I'm gonna soak it up until my heart gets all pruny looking, like when you've soaked in the bath tub too long.
And because a picture is worth a thousand words:
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