Stay. Ridiculously. Happy.
Oh Lord, isn't that sour. Good bye is
never easy, but for now it's all we
have. I hope you're wild. Go take adventure
on just like you're God creating the Earth -
it's everything, but, you really can't
screw up. Reach for the highest falls and the
grandest splashes and the loudest screams and
the rainiest nights and the hollowest
canyons and the most ferocious beds and
the rarest views and the harshest dreams and
the bravest wild, wild, wild yonder. Breathe it
all in and let it take you over so
massive that you can barely stand. Fall, fall
to your feet and stare up at the heavens
and see it all - look for every star and
every floating rock and every
comet and every blistered, battered
moon knowing that somewhere far, far away,
someone else is looking at the same moon
understanding for the first time just how
grand everything really is; just how
massive and untamed everything is;
just how little we really are and how
we're only lucky enough to see the
pretty colors hiding all the secrets
of the universe. Beneath the scene there
is more than we'll ever be able to
comprehend, something so brilliant and vast
that we can't even fathom, even when
we begin to wonder and dream we fall
ever so short. Even when we pick it
all apart and tear at it or scrape and
scratch we barely begin to see; only
in the destruction of these surroundings
do we begin to see how fragile and
precious and truly remarkable this
life really is; only in drowning do
we really see light; only in darkness
do we truly breathe; only in dying
do we come to appreciate this life.
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