1) I think we say "Live life to the fullest- live each day like its your last", just when we know we're about to do something out of the ordinary. Just to prove that we have a reason, that maybe theres some sense behind our insane outbursts of letting go. Just because we ate an entire pizza or ran through the rain in a sundress or did something slightly zainy, its good ole "Well, live each day like its your last!" to make sense of it all. I have yet to meet anyone that has lived by those kind of mantras. Sure, I've met people that are daring, people that don't hold back. But truley deciding to be in the moment, to grab onto each piece of love in your life and hold it for all its worth without a thought or care for where it or you will be in a day, a week, a month, a year- is a lifestyle thats unheard of. Is it because our logical frame of mind is telling us that it would never work? That for us to only compose ourselves of love and destiny would somehow be screwing ourselves over? That we're foolish to think that any higher entity or power could possibly have more control or plans over our lives than our own willingless to use time, when time could not have ever been a thing more than the beating of our hearts? Or maybe, deep down we're scared to live our days as though they are our last. Maybe we're scared that it would turn out exactly as we wanted it to. That maybe love and soul is all that would be left in our existance. Maybe, we're scared, that that won't be enough for us. Or maybe, we simply don't know what we want to begin with. We don't know where we are going, but we've created our own individual paths, or so we think, through a combination of mental planing, a dash of destiny, and human hardship. And to us, we're praying that its going to amount to something. We don't know what, and we don't know how, but we assume that somewhere in that big mess, what we truley want will be buried somewhere beneath it. Do you know where your going? I want to meet someone who's been bruised and scarred for the sake of doing what they love, for loving what they love, and giving up everything else. I want to meet someone who wouldn't regret it for the world. 2) I guess theres a point where you look behind you and find yourself starring straight into the future. You kind of wonder why you didn't see it, a perfect line - a road, if you will, connecting point A to point B, at the time in your life when you felt like you couldn't be in touch with anything. Maybe its just easy to turn around and dissect the anatomy of our life leading up to now. To prove to yourself that all those times you cryed your eyes out while telling yourself that one day you'd look back on it and laugh, could come true. It's elegance at its finest, to accept every particle of our being as nothing more than a collection of moments, stacked up to compose right here, right now. But, come the time when you swivel your head back towards the sun, I'd be damned if you weren't flushed with blindess, wondering where your going, and how you'll get there, despite any previous notions of the simplicity of a path. Until sooner or later your fumbling down some route with your eyes shut, and all you can do is feel the thorns stabbing at your sides, while your just praying to God that you'll make it out alive. Yet you can hear the dead quite's desire to yell it's lungs out with you, holding back it's secret shared passion, and thats when you realize no one makes it out alive. You lift your hands up to block out the sun, if only for a moment, and you see the souls around you, rolling in the endless sand and thorns with tears in their shut eyes, imagining it to be everything that could fix the emptiness in their heart. And so you close your eyes too, relying only on the moment when you can look back at where you started and where you'll end up, and just then will it maybe become clear why your doing this. Why your giving nothing everything you've got. Sometimes you might get lucky, as your tripping your way through the darkness, and you'll feel a hand take yours. It'll be something new, not a hand reaching for your hair or the cold wind licking at your ankles, as those have been the only contact you've ever been known to feel. This hand will interlock its fingers with yours, telling you everything about its owner, and at the same time, nothing at all. So for the first time, you'll feel safe. You won't need to know where your going or why your in such a rush, past all the cuts and bruises, so long as that hand is there. Whether it leaves or stays for eternity, every breath you take is a breath you'd be willing to give up just to have another serene moment of that hand, that net, that interlocking joy you thought was only in your most private dreams. So with every stride you take, you no longer need to place your sanity in the reassurance of looking back on the past. You can just become now, and right then, time flows through your body as one with the firey heat from the sun, and its all you could have ever asked for.