Every time I leave to go out of town, I always reflect on what I’m leaving behind…

and I’m always pleasantly surprised to find out how much I would miss my life and all the wonderful people in it. 

I’m lucky as fuck.

and I guess I’m going to Paris so that’s pretty cool too. Post pictures soooon. :)

There’s a thing about strong emotions; we put too much meaning into them. We want to write about them, sing about them, tell someone about them. We’re afraid of them or we avoid them. There are physical symptoms that come along with a strong emotion. A quickened heartbeat, a flushed face, shaking limbs, a sudden heat emanating throughout your entire body, a feeling of nausea. Pay attention, it will only last barely a minute. Any uneasiness after that is only our own mind. Our own self destructive thoughts, repeating the scene in our head over and over again.

Let go of it. 

You’ll find that a coolness will rush over your body, as if you were breaking a fever. But the thoughts still linger like a hangover. And we keep sniffing it, we keep feeling the pain. Something just occurred that must be important we think. We put meaning into them, rationalize them, make excuses or stories, use them to make sense of it all. It’s ridiculous, because strong emotion is just a reflex. An instinct. As impersonal as a flinch or a knee jerk.