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Life is crazy. I'm happy most of the time. And sometimes I have my days.
But if I were to look back on my life years from now, I would love the beautiful collage of moments my life has become.
When I think about how minuscule my life really is, it makes me appreciate it all the more. The people. The experiences. Words uttered. Silent exchanges. Love, the entire spectrum of emotion. And so much more.
I am in constant interaction with the world around me. And that completely blows my mind.
I had one of the most wonderful conversations of my life tonight. And my mind is still reeling from it.
Every person and everything that has ever existed affects my existence today.
And now a closing note, (I have to be at work in about three hours...) a beautiful poem by Pablo Neruda:
Love
Because of you, in gardens of blossoming flowers I ache from the
perfumes of spring.
I have forgotten your face, I no longer remember your hands;
how did your lips feel on mine?
Because of you, I love the white statues drowsing in the parks,
the white statues that have neither voice nor sight.
I have forgotten your voice, your happy voice; I have forgotten
your eyes.
Like a flower to its perfume, I am bound to my vague memory of
you. I live with pain that is like a wound; if you touch me, you will
do me irreparable harm.
Your caresses enfold me, like climbing vines on melancholy walls.
I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to glimpse you in every
window.
Because of you, the heady perfumes of summer pain me; because
of you, I again seek out the signs that precipitate desires: shooting
stars, falling objects.