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shannonlarrissa Aug 2014
If I close my eyes, I want that to be the day they opens theirs.

Notice this life, my loved ones.
This world is so beautiful.
Every little thing is screaming words of admiration
towards you in every moment.
The leaves fall for you to play in.
The sun travels across space and time
just to land on your shoulders.
Don't curse a sunburn, embrace it.
That's life and life is so beautiful.
Never curse the morning, because it came.
Traffic is not a hassle, it is a moment to look
around and notice and reflect on your day.
In that one moment, hundreds of lives
are sharing one emotion and event,
however hectic or inconvenient,
it is a time to share a smile
or dance to a new song on the radio.

There is no part of life that is innately awful.
Even death is beautiful.
Mourning is beautiful,
it means you felt love
and shared it with somebody.

Every argument is educating you
a little bit more about the mind,
heart, and belief of the other person.

How beautiful that somebody cares enough
about you to try and help you see what they see.
Being a human is the most beautiful thing in the world.
Mistakes are miracles, some how some way.

Yes, bad things happen.
Yes, awful things happen to good people that do not deserve it.
But save your sadness for those few times in your life
(there will probably only be about 2).

Don't waste your sadness on things that don't deserve it.
My baby sister, break-ups are just a step towards finding the person you want to spend the rest of your life with and a good reason to lay in bed with your best friends and eat ice cream.

Brother, not making the team is saving you from wasting hours of your life with people that obviously don't appreciate your talent. Go spend those hours with people who do and be grateful that things worked out the way they did.

Please don't waste a single day.
It is not your job to make others feel happy or loved,
it is only your job to love them the best way you know how.

You can not ever force people to feel any way,
just make sure you are doing your part
so that if they look for an honest answer,
they will be slapped in the face with your unconditional love.

Let life hurt.
Pain is good, it means you're alive.

And lastly, you are flawless, beautiful, perfect
and so is everybody else you will ever meet.

People will do bad things,
but there is always a reason.
This does not mean you shouldn't be just,
or learn that some people are incapable of love.
They are broken. And possibly not healthy for you,
remove them from your life but never from your heart.

Their remnants will remain a reminder.
Don't let anybody make you feel inferior or superior,
but rather just love.

Love the hell out of everybody,
especially yourself
because every piece of you is worth loving.
shannonlarrissa Aug 2014
At the beginning and the end of this life
are when we are most alive.
In the middle, we get a little distracted.

The problem is,
we know all the right answers through life.
But our choices are what define us.
Your passion is written on your clock.
shannonlarrissa Aug 2014
The road from Lonely to Alone is a narrow bridge above a crashing sea of hopelessness, sprinkled with the bodies of cowards. My fingers are fading from red to white as they grasp at my last chance of survival. My feet are running through wind and fear and my mind has already fallen. I'm depending on my my physical body to save my soul from demise. My heart is always the first thing to go, although I often say its the strongest. My logic saves my body from my heart over and over again. Don't let go, you can't. Think about them. Whether or not they think about you is irrelevant right now, Larrissa. Let your pride go. You have been here before. The music of my memory creates strength that pulls my body back onto the bridge, just in time for me to collapse and let my feet continue to flirt with the waves. People can't **** me, its their absence that can. Love doesn't strangle me, its love's empty footprints that stand on my lungs. My neck turns my head to gaze at those on the Alone's shore walking strong, with bandaged hands, finding true love but never needing it. The view hurts my eyes and my ego so I look the other way, my vision travels the distance from where I lay back to the lonely crowd, crouched and moaning, catching their tears and calling them friends. Wallowing in their misfortune and pondering life, but none are looking back at me. In this moment, I realize my strength for traveling even this far, so I begin to stand, clumsy and bruised and I finally realize the beauty in collapsing 100 times on this bridge, as long as each fall is separated by an inch of courageous movement.

— The End —