Notion

I just wanted to know if I could go home...

I am inspired to write today by a dear friend, one who I have known for several years. In fact, now that I think about it, this post will be inspired by many friends whom I admire very, very much.

Forgiveness is a notion that I have found most tricky in my nineteen years of life. I often find myself holding onto the pettiest of grudges, even years after the particular event has passed. I was never quite sure why I had such a difficult time letting things go... Perhaps, after witnessing such compelling acts of forgiveness, a new light is shed on my perspective.

As juvenile as it may sound, maybe I should get a tattoo... A constant reminder. Something that would tell me every day to "live and let die," so to speak. Oh, I can hear my Catholic father weeping at this very moment...

But, he'll forgive me.

Us

We're living in a den of thieves,
Rummaging through answers in the pages.
We're living in a den of thieves,
And it's contagious.

For the first time, in perhaps a very long time, I am feeling as if I have good fortune.

If one is to believe in luck, then they know that they are most definitely lucky if they have experienced the kind of love that I have in my life. It is simply undeniable to know that you are in a good place when your lover -- and your friend -- has their arms tightly wrapped around you. When the both of you wake up for the sixth time that evening (compliments of your noisy neighbours, no less) and, instead of a grumpy exchange, whisper "I love you so much"... Well, you get the picture.

I will openly admit that I am a sap. But, I am a happy sap, none the less.