As a kid, no one ever tells you what lurks across the other side of the world. …and then one day you find it. Beautiful backdrops, sunsets made for shahs, perfectly curled waves and the relaxing hums of a culture without much worry. I think I saw this place in my dreams once, but now when someone says, “Its only true if there’s a picture,” I can say, “let’s go to the tapes.” I’ve now been over to the land down under.
When you get the choice to sit it out, dance.
Appreciate the simple pleasures.
Always remain playful, but don’t act like a child.
Take life in stride, but don’t run from fear.
Whenever one door closes, always peak around a corner.
Dance like no one is watching, but make sure people see you.
When something makes you bleed, remember the strength of your heart.
Hold on and fight for love, but don’t let go of love after a fight.
Color outside the lines, but remember when to walk the line.
Show up to life.
Appreciate the simple pleasures, but avoid a simple mind.
Do not wonder, why me? but never lose your sense of wonder.
When someone’s lost your faith, find the faith in forgiveness.
Never sell yourself short, but fight the urge in selling out.
Quench your hunger, but always remain hungry.
Don’t take life for granted, but appreciate the gift of granting life.
If someone leaves you broken hearted, mend the hurt by loving harder.
That feeling when you suddenly cry in happiness. It means something good has caught you by spectacular surprise. That feeling when you fight a sad cry. It gets stuck in your throat and is sometimes harder than a good secret to keep in.
Equally paradoxical is the act of a sigh. The slow sigh after a good cry. The sigh that leads with a smile. The sigh that somehow finds its way out of your body without a thought of frustration or relief.
Some theorize that crying may have evolved in humans as a kind of signal — a signal that was valuable because it could only be picked up by those closest to us who could actually see our tears. Alternatively, sighing is said to boost blood oxygen levels and fully reinflate the lung tissue, therefore not necessarily a non-verbal communication.
Whatever the reason for these physical queues, the symbolism of a tear and a sigh create companionship between a good or a bad emotion. Think about the last time you cried. Think about the next time you sigh. Think about the beauty behind your eyes and the whistle of your breath’s goodbye.
The sigh of a girl’s new life. The cry of a friend’s goodbye.
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