tell her something true when all she's known are lies.

LIFE IS FRAGILE.

EVERYBODY BREAKS SO EASY.

I've come to sense that more and more lately.

Nothing lasts forever in this life: not seasons, nor feelings, nor the blood pumping through your veins. not the tightness of the skin around your fingertips, nor your fingertips themselves, nor the hazy outlines of your breath lingering in mid-air on a cold rainy morning, nor all of the memories you think are stored securely in your mind. not the flutter in your stomach from a moment passed too soon nor the ache in your chest that becomes all too familiar. not hurricanes nor thunderstorms nor sunshine nor rain nor wind nor hail nor the tree outside nor your speed your wit your agility your feelings your circumstances your friends your pets your tastes your preferences, your life...

So why are we raised to believe that they do?

Why has our culture taught us to believe that we are invincible?

Where has our sight gone?

Our perspective?

Our reality?

Moments pass too slowly and our lives end too soon.

Have they told you that you, too, will grow old someday?

That the skin beneath your chin (and probably everywhere else) will sag

That no amount of impulsive buying will even matter in the end

That it's not what you studied but how you studied that'll add to your integrity

That a little patience goes a long way

That it doesn't matter how much you hide in the darkness; everything will be revealed

That no one is immune to a sudden tragedy

That you are not invincible?

When your eyesight fails you and you become hard of hearing;

when you've seen your hair change colour, thin out, and disappear;

when you no longer recognize your own coarse, raspy voice;

when death is more familiar than the back of your hand:

Who will you be?

In this life, what have we got to gain and lose?

Who are you hurting?

Who is hurting you?

Do we notice anything happening around us beyond ourselves?

Do we have the time?

Have we no sense of true eternal life?

.I.DON'T.KNOW.ANYMORE.

We are only asked to love, to offer hope to the many hopeless. We don't get to choose all the endings, but we are asked to play the rescuers. We won't solve all mysteries and our hearts will certainly break in such a vulnerable life, but it is the best way. We were made to be lovers bold in broken places, pouring ourselves out again and again until we're called home.
- TWLOHA

"Should we even wonder why our hearts are torn, why our image is based on this broken city? Should we ask ourselves why our lungs breathe in sickness? Innocence is seen as weakness." - Vedera

Do not give way to fear, but hold onto HOPE.

and let your hope shine for those who do not have any.