Life’s too short to drink crappy coffee and cry over boys who don’t care.
How alive am I? Much, and painfully. To the point of strolling the city mindlessly and thinking whether that nice guy asking for directions just a sec ago, was perhaps destiny knocking on my door. Nah, I don't think so. February was an ass kicker. But most of the month I was shooting with a black and white film inside of my camera. Nostalgic. Yes, that month was nostalgic in some kind of way.
When life gives us lemons, we either make a lemonade or throw those damn fruit at someone. Have it your way, we say. Or we make an orange juice and leave the universe in awe. We're so cool, right?
I hate feeling the changes approaching, their silent breathing down my neck, and my insides twisting when my hopes fall to my feet. Been there, done that, survived. Nothing's ever as bad as we predict. I get laughed at when I say that in my life I follow one simple rule 'enjoy the little things'. I do, though. I do. Either it's a door bell, caffeine dose or an afternoon with someone lovable. That's the closest we ever get to happiness. And this is what I cling to and what recharges my batteries :)