"You know that point in your life when you realize that the house you grew up in isn’t really your home anymore…all of the sudden even though you have some place to put your shit, that idea of home is gone…or maybe it's like this rite of passage…you will never have that feeling again until you create a new idea of home for yourself, for your kids, for the family you start. It’s like a cycle or something. Maybe that’s all family really is: a group of people that miss the same imaginary place." - The Garden State

if i could, i would immerse myself in that late sun, hazy clouds, damp aired street. sitting on the wooden chair, lighting a cigarette for a friend, talking just to talk, petting the dog of a stranger, scraping your shoe against the concrete. i don't know why, but i've always had vivid daydreams about sitting on those patches of grass and hill that sit alongside highways. they look so lonely and unappreciated.

i really only live once. it sounds so cliche and over-played, but it's true. i will die. you will die. but we wouldn't be here if it wasn't supposed to happen. so don't be afraid to take deep breaths or make loud noises. shake that stagnant snow globe that is your life and experience it. how often do we meekly peer from behind screens at the things we want to do, the words we wish to say, the love we need to consume, the actions we wish to complete? it's okay to feel the way you feel, to say what you say. never feel guilty for your beliefs or emotions. it's okay. you don't need the reassurance. drag yourself up to stand upright amongst fellow searchers and reach for the things you want.

it's okay. i promise.