love sweet love

Recently, I've decided to try this thing called learning.

I'm learning to love the things I hate.

It's exhausting.

But abosolutely nothing bad can come of it.

Which is rare.

There is no downside.

Right now, I'm learning to love lunch lines. Ridiculously long lunch lines that are never worth it that everyone hates.

And I'm learning to love sweating. It's healthy. Disgusting. But healthy.

I'm learning to love getting four hours of sleep, forgetting I have homework, teachers who doubt my mental capabilities, and wearing seatbelts.

Even frogs.

And food.

And Dave Matthews.

Because really, hate is a waste of time.

Break begin break begin break begin be.

Sometimes it takes a breakdown to realize what you have. And what you are. It takes one day of ridiculous teachers, vast daydreams, heartbreaking text messages, cancer crises, and being the Wind to realize that life is anything but consistent. And out of nowhere you realize, through the tears clouding your vision, that things are what they are. And they're not going to kill you. They'll push you, break you, tear you in half, and drown you in hollow, but then they'll die down. The world is going to notice how strong you are. It'll back off. You'll stand up. Brush the sad off your shoulder. Kick off your worry shoes. And you'll run until you find Okay. You get there and it's raining and there's coffee and you know you can't stay long, but it's here. You're here. It's now. You leave. Go through it all again. And after a few times, you come to find that wherever you are is exactly where you're supposed to be.

Roll the Credits

All the things that we said we'd do, that we never did, fade away. And at the end of the film, we can finally say we know what love is.