iMAGiNE

The chances are always slim,
The cards are always stacked against you,
the odds are always low.

But I have seen the best of you and the worst of you,
and I choose both.

I want to share every single one of your sunshines and save some for later.
I will tuck them into my pocket, so I can give them back to you when the rains fall hard.

Friend,
I want to be the mirror that reminds you to love yourself.
I want to be the air in your lungs that reminds you to breathe easy.

When the walls come down,
when the thunder rumbles,
when nobody else is home,
hold my hand.

I promise I won’t let go.

Creating a life that reflects your values and satisfies your soul is a rare achievement. In a culture that relentlessly promotes avarice and excess as the good life, a person happy doing his own work is usually considered an eccentric, if not a subversive. Ambition is only understood if it’s to rise to the top of some imaginary ladder of success. Someone who takes an undemanding job because it affords him the time to pursue other interests and activities is considered a flake. A person who abandons a career in order to stay home and raise children is considered not to be living up to his potential-as if a job title and salary are the sole measure of human worth. You’ll be told in a hundred ways, some subtle and some not, to keep climbing, and never be satisfied with where you are, who you are, and what you’re doing. There are a million ways to sell yourself out, and I guarantee you’ll hear about them.

Some days, it’s not about passion and courage. It’s not about heroism and drama. It’s not about slaying dragons or conjuring exotic visions… Some days, it’s simply about the delicious act of doing simple things, simply.