Well, I figured that I would do a bit of writing (or rambling, you decide) on life and love, or at least of what I have gathered in my 22 years…

The most prominent truth that I have discovered is that life has no concern for us. It will happen when you don’t want it to, it won’t happen when you want it to, and when you finally think you have it figured out, well, that’s when life likes to kick your ass. No matter what you try, life will always go the way it wants. It’s like a raging river…even if you throw a dam up in front of it, that river will eventually find a way through. Either it’s going to shatter your blockade, or it will slip around a different way unnoticed…
Love seems to be very similar: unfair, without care for us or our plans, happening without warning… I have found it very true that the only time that love seems to blossom is when you have finally given up on it. If you’re looking, good luck, but you most likely won’t find true love, just the primal instinct of lust. Really, when you get down to the point, love is really just a pretty, civilized form of lust. Someone decided to take our most primal instinct (to reproduce) and dress it up in a damned tux. Granted, it looks damn good, but it’s a bit stiff…
My biggest question about life and love is this: Why do we care so much about the future? Why, when everything we know could be washed away in the blink of an eye? In the past month I’ve made more progress with living for the day than I have in years. In the past month I’ve driven around aimlessly, just because I wanted to. I’ve gone to visit friends and loved ones at midnight, just to see them smile. I’ve built things just because I could, bought things because I wanted them, went places just because I felt like it. That’s what life should be: a constant adventure. I hate knowing that I have to get up every day during the week to go to work… but at the same time it makes my nights and weekends all the more exciting, since adventure seems much more daring when compared to the dullness of work…
If you’re still reading this, and if you understand what I’m trying to say, I have a challenge for you: live life for the moment, if only for a day. Say yes to a random invite to do something crazy, build something with your own two hands, call up an old friend just to say hi (or better yet, surprise them at work/home), hug a perfect stranger, steal a kiss from that one special person in your life, watch the sunset set its time, listen to a record, go for a walk/drive/bike ride without a destination. Be free. Live for the moment, seize the day, live life, love, scream, cry, laugh, sing… do whatever you need. I promise you, if you take one day to do any (or all if you’re truly ambitious) of this, you won’t regret it, and I’ll bet that you find yourself doing it again next month. Soon you’ll be doing it every week, and eventually you’ll start to wonder where that stick went that was up your ass, and you’ll smile, and you’ll know that you’ve reclaimed the one thing that belongs to only you: your life and your love.
Even when the world seems darkest, there’s always a silver lining. As long as you never give up, and as long as you keep yourself open, things will work out. You never know, lightning could strike and change your world in an instant…
You’re beautiful, never forget that, and never let anyone tell you otherwise.