ive wrote about my love for strangers before; but its been a while since i held that kind of interest or belief in humanity’s capability of being charmingly quirky and genuine. its easy to become jaded and morose when the rest of the world has faded and many of the people you’ve loved the most have turned a blind eye. after-all, lets be realistic here, we all wake up bitter some days. its all a matter of whether or not you choose to let it consume you. i refuse to let my nihilistic, cynical side get the best of me, when i know how beautiful the other half is. i believe what the old friend from my previous post said about my adoration of simple things. i become mystified by simplicity. i try to keep myself simple, keep my battle wounds hidden, my complications at bay, because having a smile on my face at the end of the day is my way of giving thanks for my life - and because if just one person smiles because i’m smiling, i feel deserving of owning my gigantic heart. so today when i climb into the passenger’s seat next to this soft spoken, mild mannered stranger, and see him smile at me, i feel this rush of simple happiness. contentedness. new things are nice. people with good hearts are even better. there’s that whole “when there’s nothing left to burn you have to set yourself on fire” phrase, and well - i certainly have burnt plenty of things, and even more people, but i have also set myself aflame, and while their are still amber’s burning presently, i dont think its ever too soon to start reestablishing yourself. replanting your feet. i’m ready to give something beautiful my all - my life. love. my self. about damn time, right? heart, in people genuinely perplexes and inspires me. whod have known.
