Talk to the person you were once friends with and no longer speak to. The girl or boy you made fun of because you wanted to impress your friends. The kid no one talked to because they were too intimidated by his intelligence. Your best friend as a child. The person you spent all of your time growing up with. The girl you once hated or the boy who broke your heart. The person you drifted apart from for no apparent reason and the person you spent nights hoping for a text from. Your next door neighbor, the little boy you used to play with down the street who is no longer a little boy anymore. Talk to them. Ask them how they’re doing, remind them that you love them, but only say it if you mean it. Don’t settle for small talk, initiate an intellectual and meaningful conversation with them and make it worth while. Form a conversation you can both feel good about after you leave it. Don’t do it because you want to feel better about yourself, knowing you did a good thing, but because deep down, you know it is the right thing. Please, just do it. My childhood best friend, the person I spent all of my time growing up with, attempted suicide on his 23rd birthday. Today he was taken off life support and now I am left with grief and guilt, sorrow and despair. I feel guilty that I did not make an effort to keep in touch with him. I feel guilty that we were friends from age four until age eighteen, and then I pushed him to the side because I went off to college while he moved away. Maybe, if I had asked how he was doing, maybe if I had emailed him the day before he attempted to kill himself, he’d still be alive. Maybe if I reminded him that my childhood was wonderful because of him, maybe if I reminded him of how much I loved him, he’d still be alive. I have never had to deal with a suicide, much less the death of a friend, but it hurts just as much as if it were a family member. I am decaying, I am falling apart. Don’t you dare assume everyone around you is fine.
Having a child fall asleep in your arms, with their head laying on your shoulder or curled up in your chest, is one of the sweetest and most peaceful joys in the universe. I can’t wait to be a father.
Ignore the first text because it’s irrelevant but I left my phone in the glove compartment for the night and sometime between then and now I WAS SPOTTED!
Pretty sure if you want to bump into a bunch of celebrities, Coachella is the place to do it.
Stood no more than 2 feet away from David Hasselhoff
Met Jared Leto which was great because Requiem For A Dream is one of my favorite movies
Was in the same crowd as Katy Perry while watching M83 perform
Walked by Paris Hilton and SHE SMILED AT ME
Saw Vanessa Hudgens and I think she was on something. Either that or she’s just plain weird
Saw the dude from Into The Wild. Can’t remember his name
Walked by Lindsay Lohan and she smelled amazing
Now I’m sitting and enjoying this beautiful weather because no one I like is playing right now and I think I might go purposely stand in front of all the cameras so I can be in all of the videos.
I had general thoughts and typed them out as they came.
We’ve accepted this idea that we are bodies that have been given souls so naively when really, it’s quite the opposite. We are souls that have been given a body. I get up in the morning and look in the mirror as I brush my teeth and I see this body I was forced into. I notice how much it’s grown and how much it’s changed throughout the past 24 years. The memorable scars, the flaws, the hard work, all of the things that come with growing up. I was a soul before I was a body, and now here I am, a soul that’s been given a body. And I’ve hated the body. It’s nearly impossible for me to gain weight, yet I am over six feet tall. But does it really matter? Is what we look like that important? Is it really necessary to spend so much time on our appearance? It’s scary to think that perhaps we’ve spent too much trying to straighten up the outside and as a result, we’ve completely neglected the inside. What really matters. Our hearts, minds, souls. They often go unnoticed, they get pushed to the side as if they were insignificant and meaningless by the lies that tell us those things don’t matter. But they do matter, they matter much more than the outside. You can dedicate all of your time on perfecting the outside, be my guest. But that hair will eventually turn gray and it will fall out with no problem. That beautiful skin will eventually wrinkle and it will begin to crack. Those pearly teeth will eventually rot. Those flexible arms and legs will someday be unable to move, immobilized by the decades of years attempting to live in a way that is socially acceptable. But my God, the inside. If we spent half as much time on the inside as we spend on the outside, I have every reason to believe we would be in a better state of life. By no means am I discrediting healthy habits. Please, take care of the body you have been given. I encourage it, for without proper care on the outside, the inside will only be able to do so much in limited company. But where is your heart? Where is your mind? Where is your soul? Have you forgotten where they are? Our bodies will fail us time and time again. We will be sick and tired and eventually we will die. But the insides will last forever, provided we make good use of them. You will not be remembered for your appearance. Faces and names are easy to remember, yet at the same time, they are just as easy to be forgotten. Lasting impressions start on the inside and they work their way deeper with meaning. We never know the faces of some of the greatest people to have ever walked the face of this Earth, but their thoughts and words and deeds live on in history. I wonder who those people will be in this century. I wonder who we will see in magazines and newspapers and books about very important things. I’m afraid no place in the world will ever be as rich as a graveyard. It’s full of stories that were never told; songs that were never heard; books that were never written; love that was never shown; smiles that were never shared; hearts that were never truly broken. We will run out of life long before we run out of love. So don’t tell me you don’t have enough to give. You have yourself to give, and that is more than enough. Get your heart and head aligned, and you will change the world. I promise you, you will not be alone. In your struggles and in your triumphs, you will not be alone. No matter who you are or what you do. There is always something great to be done from the dirtiest job to the highest honors, there are great things that need you to do them. A girl once told me she had no purpose, but she changed my life without even knowing it. Imagine what a difference you’ve made, without even knowing it, just by sharing your heart. And imagine what more you can do. Love had one beginning and it will know no end. “You don’t have a soul. You are a Soul. You have a body.” - C.S. Lewis. All of this, all of these things are wrapped up inside of you. Inside of the body you have been given, in order to go and do good things in good company. Have we thrown away gold in our search for dirt? What are you doing with your life? What are you doing with your love? You should never hate your body. It is here for a reason and it’s a beautiful house for a beautiful soul. Sometimes I wish I had more words. I hope you are having a lovely day and if not, I hope tomorrow is better for you.
If you call me crying and you are within a one hour drive, expect me to be on the phone with you while I secretly drive to your apartment to comfort and hold you. Women crying is one of the worst things in existence.
