lover of life

Beauty is not always pretty. Beauty does not always feel good. Beauty is anything that is real and pure. Beauty is found in vulnerability, in courage,

in passion, in tears, in pain, in being fully alive and human. It is being strong at the same time that you are fragile. Beauty is not perfection; it is not

cool and unemotional. It is not beautiful to hold back or to stay closed up in a bud when your heart and soul want to bloom and open, fly and sing.

I hope that by the end of my life my heart will be full of cracks and patches and all bruised and banged up and scarred. Because it will be proof that I have lived with abandon and courage and passion. It will be a monument of a successful life more than anything material I may acquire. A life lived without hesitation…in the end it is life that is my lover, and not any one specific person. I am the lover

of LIFE!!!