The easiest way to figure someone out, is to first ask them whether they prefer sunrises, or sunsets•

For in their response, reveals the true nature of an individual’s outlook

 

There of course, remains the distinct possibility•

That unfortunately, this person hasn’t quite yet gotten the opportunity to experience the depth and mesmerization accompanied by the sight of a distant ball of scorching plasma~ traversing east or west amongst one’s viewing pane~ can encapsulate, as it breaches the event horizon, and somehow manages to radiate the precise coloration within the spectrum that forcibly transitions the conscious mind into a state of which cannot quite provide syntax for the pure artistry the retina is beholding

 

Thus, it is within the EXPERIENCE with which we are able to determine who it is we truly are

 

One simply cannot understand the classic and tranquil satisfaction that comes with bait casting on a gorgeous Saturday morning•

Not until we’ve taken the time to venture out on a lake, in a personally handmade canoe, alongside another soul who equally understands that everything that has ever, and will ever exist, is with you right now

 

For if you give a man a fish, you’ll feed him for a day•

But if you teach a man to fish, you’ve fed him for eternity

 

And you can lead a horse to water•

But you probably can’t teach him to fish!

 

“New” is exciting, yet correspondingly terrifying to the human psyche•

Phases of complacency and repetition throughout a day-to-day are deceivingly enslaving, albeit comfortable•

But sincere serenity calculates out to be the exact figure under the thick black line on the invoice, every time we decide to enter a business agreement where the supplier and lender happens to be a fellow by the name of Father Time, as he shakes his head and collects his sand dollar•

I just hope to see enough before I meet his cousin, who is commonly described as quite Grim

 

It is in hearing the soothing notes of Beethoven’s Sonata #14 in C-Sharp Minor, that made you discover a new realm of ambiance•

It is in feeling the vibrations, emanating from the hustle and bustle of Parisian night life on Champs-Élysées•

It is in tasting a PB&J sandwich for the first time at 18 and wondering, “Where the hell have you been all my life?”•

It is in surveying the unfathomably gigantic crater formations that make up the south rim of the Grand Canyon•

It is catching an incidental whiff of that same perfume she used to wear so many years ago for the first time since, and having all the damaged nostalgia rush back into your amygdala without a moment’s notice•

It is in enduring and grasping on to these experiences, that we are able to expand and devise a progressed version of ourCELLves

 

I hope to meet you at the lake at the crack of dawn•

Or even at sundown, whichever you prefer

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