leahjarvis
one living one dying. one maker for of it all. how can we expect the beauty of the dawn when we feel so lost in the dark? but it will come. it has to. and if i can offer nothing else, i will stay until the end.
The love of my parents...not just for me and my brother, though they have loved us through many crazy adventures and happenings, but for each other. I hope that one day, I will find love a deep and endless as what they have for each other, because it is beautiful.
To take the time to be involved. To push your mind and body to the limit. To be the best you can be. That is why we are continuously in sports. Not to compete with each other, necessarily, but to compete with the best in ourselves.
you are the only version of you there can be. there is no do over, no second edition. you are what the story is--when you are done, that is it. so doesn't it make sense to use our time to become the best edition of ourselves and our story we possibly can be?
It's time to wake. It's time to leave the dead behind, to lose that which weighs me down. It is time to move, to stretch the sleep from my limbs, to let hibernation disappear into memory. It is time to let the sun warm my face and for my feet to follow the road before them. It is time to wake.
and so the story begins. we all have our form of the truth, but how much of each of our "true" stories are fact or fiction? at what point does it matter? does the level of truth necessarily make it a better story? or does the fiction, the change, the unexpected, the unbelievable, make it what we care about and remember?
hope. that is a phrase that is vital. hope that this is not all that there is. hope that beyond what we see, we are here for a greater good. it is a phrase that is all too often forgotten and left behind. hope is what makes us hold on, stay strong, and believe that we can make it through. that is what counts in the end.