November 2010
we humans are so fragile, and at the same time are the worst disease this world has ever seen.
Postcards From Italy - Florence + the Machine
Lately, I’ve been thinking a lot about time. I look at old pictures, feelings as strong as yesterday, but the truth is they were taken years ago. I think about when I lived in Canada and India. I think about when I used to drive to school. I think about when I used to have completely different ideas about racism, feminism, money, greed, and “aid.” I remember the people I loved, liked, hated and didn’t know. I read old journal entries, and think about how different scars have healed in different ways. Its amazing how many things have happened, and at the same time how small my world is compared to EVERYTHING else that is going on.
Every year goes by, and I realize just how lucky I am. I question why I am the one who received this life path, but thankful all the same. I am thankful for my experiences, and I am thankful for my close friends and family.