September 15, 2013
There comes a point when everything seems redundant and pointless. Even the mere act of waking begs the question, "what for?" It's in the getting up, the walking towards the bathroom, the doing of something, that this question's answered. Sometimes we become so tired of everyday life, of the things we must do, the person we must become, that we forget it's in these everyday-ness that we are defined, it's in our dedication and consistency that we find out what we are made of, how patient we are, how we provide space for love, even if there's no space.