… because those Vlogbrothers video titles are awesome and they are always my favorite of their videos.
Here are my thoughts from places, while on hiatus these past few weeks. ( Missed you guys! <3 )
I am completely fine with having to reorganize my suitcase several times before leaving, both home and the places I visited, because I packed too many books.
Everywhere I go, I see hearts. And everywhere I go, I see something I can turn into art.
People who disagree with you and correct you every step of the way, even if they are actually adding to the conversation, are so tiring.
Life and death are so intertwined; just like each and every moment in between.
Death has a way of catching up with you when you’d rather try and recover from a loss… But if there is such a thing as a beautiful death, it must be that of simply falling asleep and dying of old age.
Funerals are for the living. And when you miss a burial, you can’t help but feel that loss just a bit more painfully every single time the subject comes up.
Thinking of Connie’s Sky, I took pictures that day. And though I’m so many miles away, and was very far even from an internet connection – I felt so very human and so connected to Connie Hozvicka, to Jill and to Judy. I think it’s within human nature to forget this sometimes, but we do hold each other’s hearts in our hands.
Annie Q. Syed said in one of her Still Sundays posts, which I managed to read while on hiatus, that: “in stillness I am reminded life changes course in the small plans that may appear magnified because there is no map.”
I fully understand that. And would like to add, that, sometimes even with a map it’s possible to lose track of our journey and spend too much time in paper towns.
I left behind a love letter in one of the passenger cars of the steam train we rode in. Because there is magic in everything.
Balance. Not easily found. Not easily kept. I’m still searching for it. For just the right balance that I need. I finally feel like I’m on the right track.