can't stop this train.

sometimes i wonder why inspiration can't be kept to one person..
why does the need to share things that are beautiful, things that inspire, with other people drive people to write books, songs, films, and poems to describe them? to tell people about themselves?

maybe it's because beauty is defined by the connections that people make..
by the connections that we share..
maybe beauty lies in understanding one another.. in realizing that we're not alone.


"stop this train" by john mayer has always been my favorite song. beautiful melody and acoustic guitar aside, it's just something that touches my heart, and speaks to me in a way that every time i listen to it. i need to stop and focus all of my attention on it.. somehow, i never tire of it. every time i've listened to it, i'm left with the same refreshing experience. the same disheartened, yet hopeful, weary, yet bright-eyed feeling. this feeling that even though life slowly slips away from every face that surrounding me, at least we're all in this together. even though i know that time is always in short supply, i'm spending it doing what i love.. living. learning. understanding, and connecting with other people.

i'm sitting here, my back warmed by the sun, my hair moving with the wind. the leaves rustle on by, and i'm reminded that time never stops. every second blows away like a leaf, lost in the temperamental wind.

and all around me, the beauty of relationships, of people listening to one another, and laughing together, makes me realize how much the gift of life is worth.

the wind stops, and it seems like time is standing still. but the minutes, like leaves are still floating, softly falling, slowly dancing into the abyss of life.

i wish i had the time to do everything.. to sit on the grass with sunlight warming my fingers, playing guitar.. to have comforting talks with friends over coffee.. to teach others about what makes you happy.. to spend time in complete relaxation.

but also to learn, and grow. to take time to read the words of those who have experienced life uniquely, but hold a great message to share, to listen to professors lecture brilliantly, to take the time to study and understand everything..

our greatest understanding is the shared loss of time. the sorrow of knowing that every moment holds pure, unique value. true worth. every emotion, every feeling, doesn't come back. not exactly the way it once was. and in our sorrow, we understand. we know that no one has a hold on time...

and we are thankful. appreciative that without someone to replenish our supply of time, we spend it most wisely:



seeking love.