‘When a kid walks in the room, your child or anybody else’s child,’ she asked her audience that day, ‘does your face light up? That’s what they’re looking for.”
Author: Cǎtǎ Gǎrdescu
I am a connector, a lover of all things beautiful and a fighter when things get hard. I try each day to live truthfully, learn as much as I possibly can and push myself in the right directions. I am learning to trust my gut and my instincts and embrace uncertainty.
Pain. Pause. Rise. Repeat.
The story of Easter, as told in the Christian Bible, speaks to me of deep humanity: we follow people that speak to our souls, just like the apostles in the story followed Jesus, we succomb to the peer pressure and deny our affiliations just like Peter, we blame and want to destroy what we don’t understand, what is different, just like the priests.
Maybe a sunset is just a sunrise observed from behind …
I looked at the face my brain knew to be mine in those photos and my heart did not recognize that stranger. And that same heart was deeply grateful to the stranger on the screen. For hanging in there, for taking all of the darkness in, for staring the it in the face and being patient enough to hope and wait for the light.
Passion never comes alone. Anger always rides shotgun. And viceversa.
Fire gifts us heat and light. Fire burns us down to ashes. I find no better metaphor for the two faces of the same coin: passion and anger.
Happiness as the ultimate exposure
I would instantly work to dim all the lights that had lit up inside me for the fear of a short circuit that would burn the entire network down. I would stare around me for the comet ready to strike me. I would duck and cover.
Be careful what you wish for …
Life doesn’t take place in dark corners, I have learned. It takes place in the middle of the music, the pouring rain, the dance, the craziness of plans changing from one hour to another. You just throw up in a bush, get back on the horse and gallop onwards. Always onwards.
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