As people who sometimes do embarrassing and stupid and unattractive things in front of other people, we owe it to ourselves, and to others, to get comfortable confronting the uncomfortable.
It is at once the most beautiful and tragic part of our existence that we cannot comprehend the magnitude of a life while it is being lived — that, no matter how hard we try, we cannot possibly see just how far it stretches, how wide it reaches, how many other lives it touches.
It is the Small Things — the experiences, the people, the places so easily diminished, so quickly erased, so readily forgotten that I only remember to cherish when it comes time To Leave a Place.
It’s 3 pm on a Wednesday in August, and I’m sitting shotgun in a run down Hyundai next to my best friend in the entire world. His name is Alex, and he’s the shit. I mean, he’s a little shit 97 percent of the time, but he’s still the shit. Alex has been writing for […]