don’t usually care much for soundtracks but holy smokes, ed sheeran.
this is amazing.
sometimes, i just need to talk. i just need to say the things i remember. i just need to walk through every moment of my life. of every wonderful second. sometimes i need to remember. because life is too busy and i forget. when i wake up and go about my day, i often forget the things that created my heart.
but you listen. you hold my hand as i talk and say and remember and smile. because i need to remember the nights on the dock where we all laughed and made big cannonballs and the feeling of water on my eyelashes or floating on my back, looking at the stars, and knowing that life was more rich than any of us could imagine. i remember that time when we all went camping and my dad took us hiking and we found sinking mud and we all got so dirty and our parents let us jump off a waterfall and into a lake to clean off. i forget the nights when we all walked through the woods, arms linked, lanterns in hand, and the crickets and the trees creaking made symphonies of beauty and i promised i wouldn’t forget how full i felt right then. i must remember the cold of snow and the look of awe on our faces as we ran outside, how frozen our fingers became, but how we didn’t care. because in the loneliness of the snow, we found the beauty of the creator, the music that silence can speak. i remember running down that one hill with you, we ran down and screamed and the wind whipped our hair and pulled at our clothes and we always fell and tumbled and i have no idea why we did it, but we loved how alive we were. i remember camping and singing and sounds and laughter and too much ice cream and child-like conversations of love and hopes and dreams and running with wild hair and never caring and nights of wonder and mornings of beauty.
i was such a child of awe. and i forget. i forget that beyond the four walls of our homes, there is beauty just for the sake of beauty and not for anything but making us gasp. there is life. and i remember and i speak and you listen and i find awe again. its easier to forget when we have clutter in our days, but i can find it. i can be a child again and i choose to be. with you. we hold hands and lay under the stars, and eat ice cream late, and go hiking, feel dewdrops of water on our faces after we swim. we sneak out of our house at 2am, even if it’s just our own grown up house. we dance like crazy and i sing really bad and you make jokes that are too silly to ever say and we fall asleep knowing that this life, just like when we were ten, is more rich than we could ever imagined.
i will never understand the need to wholly understand God before one can believe in Him.
why would it make you feel better to know that you can grasp every single aspect of the Being who holds the universe - and every fiber of your matter - together? what kind of God would He be if He could be contained, understood, and thus conquered?
i want no part of a god that i could hold in my hand by reciting, predicting and explaining every one of His thoughts and actions.
maybe if you used your “rationalism” you would realize that a god who can be understood that way is no god at all.
He loves you just as you are,
and He loves you enough not to leave you that way.
it had long since come to my attention that people of accomplishment rarely sat back and let things happen to them. they went out and happened to things.
leonardo da vinci.