nighttime thinking

Last night I stayed up and talked to the stars and listened to the mountains.

They told me to live. 

To live and to unchain myself from cords that run nowhere meaningful.

They whispered for me to create

Create memories that weigh as much as gold.

But are worth so much more

Last night I stayed up and talked to the stars and listened to the mountains.

They reminded me that 

I’m doing fine

I’m doing fine

I’m doing fine

They made me tell myself that my whole-hearted efforts are superior to my half-successful results.

They made me engrave it in my lungs so every breath would be a reminder.

Last night I stayed up and talked to the stars and listened to the mountains.

They showed me a 2 for 1 deal that allowed happiness and reality to co-exist.

A place where 

smiles aren't forced 

and 

interests aren't mass-produced.

The stars told me that sometimes you have to step back to see that you’re part of something bigger

The mountains told me the ones that care the most to see the world the way you do will be the ones willing to climb.

And after hours of nighttime listening

I decided to work for five star days.

Days of happy

I’m talking about the happy that comes from head-out-the-sun-roof-jamming and the stop-it-I’m-dying stomach pain laughing.

The days when your phone is on full and your body is on empty.

The days when the stars and the mountains no longer have to remind you to be you. 

F. Sharpe