maybe life isnt about making sure you understand how to feel about life.

maybe life isnt about making sure you understand all the variables.

maybe life is about finding out what compels you, and chasing that emotion with reckless abandon.

maybe your life is measured by your actions.

do your actions bring you closer to what you desire?

do the desires of your mind and heart stew in your head without coming out in your actions?

what do you do when your emotions try and tell you that something about you- some desire, is a real, true thing?

you could write how much you miss the way it feels to look me in the eye, but it would never compare to seeing you on my doorstep.

Thats the magic of actions.

Ps im a hypocrite