My therapist was so real for saying the meaning of life is found in connection.
People hug their friends when they meet up and hug them a little tighter when it comes time to say goodbye. My grandfather rebuilt the broken rocking horse my grandmother had as a child, a gift from her father. There’s an indescribable ache that goes along with seeing someone you used to know intimately, the becoming of a common stranger. Coincidences that bind, one time I got an uber and the driver used to live in my home before me. It was the last place he saw his father alive as a child and he nearly cried when I told him the walls were still the same colour.
Has anyone ever gotten over their childhood best friend? Is that alone not a testament to the fact we are more than blood and bones.
it’s hard to remember that u have no obligation in life other than to be kind and give love. like. you were not put on this earth to work a part time job or get a degree or have a fancy career. you were put on this earth to smile and make other people smile, to spread happiness. your reason for living doesn’t have to go any deeper than ‘living’. just breathe. make friends with a plant. drink your water. i fucking love you.
