Life has a funny way of leading you in circles sometimes. This town already changed me once, but I didn’t think it would happen again, and at such a pivotal point in my life (just like the first time). But I guess I shouldn’t really be all that surprised. Because everything moves in cycles. And people, places, things, happenings tend to seek you out exactly when you need them to.
I spent a solid two hours sitting on my friend Bea’s back stairwell this morning, drinking beer under a surprisingly clear star-specked sky while using my phone to communicate with friends on the other side of the world. I’ve never met them before, but they mean more to me than most people I’ve known for my entire life. I’ve almost permanently altered my sleep schedule just to talk to them. To keep building on shared interests and a shared frustration that several large bodies of water are always separating us. I never thought that, in my “adult” life I’d be the type of person who still had internet friends. Granted, I didn’t think I wouldn’t either. However I’ve learned that the ease in which I collect companions is certainly not limited to flesh and bone interaction or connection. There are too many individuals on this planet that hold little pieces of my heart and so many more that I haven’t encountered yet. The love I hold within myself cannot be bound by one city, one country, one continent. I want, I need to be able to share it with every human that I meet. Every person that I reconnect with. Because every day I feel like my heart is literally going to burst forth from my chest. So many times we are told that love makes us weak, that showing emotion is to be vulnerable and laid bare. But I find that hard to believe when my life is a lesson in love providing untold joys. And these joys rise above all the bullshit piled in between because they are the only things that keep me alive. They are the reason I exist and the reason I keep moving forward.
I dare you to show me a purpose more vital.
We Are the Cloud Runners 