Part of me thinks I need to be in a state of comatose because I love to dream. I love to dream. I love it so much that when I plan out something I always expect it to go the way I had dreamed it, but life doesn’t happen that way. No matter what relationships, friendships, and all those other ships that sail the turbulent waves of life never seem to go anyway anyone ever plans them. The leaves don’t fall directly in the spot you wanted them, the lighting is never quite right, and the sky always has one cloud in it- but we keep going. Life keeps being called to live, and I’m going to keep loving.