no matter how much you’re going through — no matter how lousy you feel or how many not-so-good days you’ve had in a row— life is still beautiful.
life is still so goddamn beautiful.
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.