savor savor savor.

The best thing about life is that there is so much of it. There is so much flavor in my breakfast and and so much strain in my eyes from how tired i am from the amount of fun i encountered last night. There's just too much awesome in knowing that if i combine sticky rice, strawberries, crunchy peanut butter and honey that its a lethal combination of yum. Gah, even shitty stuff, poverty, politics theres just so much of it. There is so much beauty in knowing that we all have much more in common that we realize, and also in knowing that vast diversity that is the result of social, economic, biological, and hell-if-i-know factors. Dumb luck. Its the dumb luck in the world that it makes it so amazingly beautiful. And its just too much.


I dont know where it comes from and I dont know if anyone or anything, if you can even call it a thing is responsible for it, but i really feel like the ups and downs and everything i see all day everyday is something im not really deserving of. I feel like a statistic, I feel like its a miracle i get to laugh, and drink coffee, and understand what the world equivocate means, and know what it feels like to be ignored or underrated, or overrated for that matter, and read, and run, and use my body and speak and make things and function and exist.

I would take a strawberry morning like this over a million dollars any day.
I would opt to relive last summer over my next 10 meals.
I'll take quality over quantity.

I'll have what she's having.

"Franny took in her breath slightly but continued to hold the phone to her ear. A dial tone, of course, followed the formal break in the connection. She appeared to find it extraordinarily beautiful t listen to, rather as if it were the best possilbe substiitue for the primordial silence itself. But she seemed to know, too, when to stop listening to to it, as if all of what little or much wisdom there is in the world were suddenly hers." -jds