Have you ever felt blessed but also incomplete, lucky yet cursed, whole but lacking? Have you pondered the puzzle of existence and felt frustrated, bored or forlorn?
This year, I choose to prioritize myself. Healthy helpful habits? Check -- but with a stronger mindset, one that accepts and accelerates towards truths that grow my soul, so I can show that in 2016, I am a battle cry, a stubborn light, a whispered riot ready to transform words and wonder into a ...
Remind me to keep you close but to never go too far, and remind me that even if we feel like a lifetime stopped and stuck in its tracks like a frozen statue of our distant past, even if it feels like pointless paralysis or a beginner’s magic trick, even when we resemble an empty well all out of ...
It is early yet, and you fret your falling apart will never fall together, but these hollowed limbs and wooden splinters of who you used to be, and all you used to dream, will slowly be set free, stacked neatly in the hearth of your heart and lit to fuel the flames of your future -- a way ...
Life is hard and it’s scary and it’s overwhelming, and I feel it every day. We all do. But if we can face that fear together, something beautiful will happen: Things will change, life will improve, and the world will slowly get better.
Countless writers have swarmed the social media phenomenon, using it as a tool to spread ideas, connect with one another, and promote their prose and poetry. However, with all of the typewritten text out there, it’s hard to know who is writing what and which writers are leading the pack.
In finding your light, you’ve proven that stories like yours and ours, stories dripping with hopelessness, are actually tales of hope -- hope that things improve, hope that fractured love heals, hope that the blessings we beg for find us in the end.
What if we rewarded kindness instead of singing, compassion instead of acting, and generosity instead of sport? What if our heroes spread fulfillment instead of entertainment, dedication not distraction, and what if we didn’t need a reason to cry?
I imagined a future with dozens, hundreds, maybe thousands of people all doing the same blessed thing -- taking some time to think about themselves, sharing bits of their soul on paper, and creating a life by reflecting upon it.