morning thoughts / the ego
Because there’s nothing more beautiful than the way the ocean refuses to stop kissing the shoreline, no matter how many times it’s sent away. -- Sarah Kay, No Matter the Wreckage
currently wishing for salty air & sand on my feet. the sound of fierce waves hitting giant rocks on the beach. but today i woke up to the voice of a screaming old man down the road instead, who seemed to have lost his mind & it makes me a little sad. people are ruins. how do we fix things we thought could never be fixed? some thoughts grow like a plague & it's easier to forget the good stuff. everyone has stories - good & bad. do we show gratitude every chance we could? if not - do we even feel it? before we get mad, screaming at the top of our lungs.
to say thank you and i love you and i'm sorry.
here's to waking up years 20 from now, and not regretting much.
p.s where is the beach when i need one?