Beautiful Endings

Growing up is something we glorify, It agrees with our human resistance to remaining stagnant. We want to move on to the next step. We want to be more, to have more. Our hair, our limbs, our cells are doing it too. Growing, expanding, multiplying. Whatever the case, more is obtained. But lately, I've been feeling some kind of way. I've been asking myself this question: is growing up actually simultaneous to breaking down? When I was younger (about 2 months ago), I liked to say, 'When I grow up, I want to....' and I kept asking myself what I meant and suddenly this was a phrase I questioned. What was growing up? Was it my age? My experiences? My physique? I'm starting to think it's a little more than that. I'm starting to think that maybe it's a breaking. A breaking of the mind, the heart. Sometimes the breaking of yourself. Maybe we don't grow up, we just break down. The 'child' who believed that the world was good, tha...

A lot of people are said to be 'living comfortably' . It's a phrase I throw around very often too. "Oh, they have a nice house, they are 'living comfortably' ," "When I get myself a car, I'll be 'living comfortably' ." But, what really is this comfort? Is it sitting on a soft cushioned chair? Is it lying on the beach, shades on, wine glass in hand, sun rays tickling your skin? Is it? To be honest, I don't know. But what I do know is that with everything you get, there is some price to pay. To get the comfort of a new car, some might have to pay using the quality time they could have spent with their family. They pay the price by missing birthdays, leaving an empty chair at the dinner table and being absent in photo albums. So does complete comfort really exist? Well... Yes and no. Here's how I would break it down. Life gives us choices, and we tend to make those choices based on what's most important....