1985
Car rides. When you're blasting your favorite Pandora playlist and that one song that means the world to you comes on.
Swing sets. Where you had your first connection with someone, at 5 and at 15.
Malt shops. Where you sipped and swung life away on the little dance floor by the jukebox.
It doesn't matter whether it's 1985, or 30 years later. We are trying to find our little piece of heaven on earth. We all just want one thing out of life: happiness.
Our problem is that we're searching for it in the wrong places.
We look for it in starvation because we believe that in Angelina Jolie's body, the answer is hidden.
We look for it in knives because we believe that our blood carries the direction in which a smile points.
We look for it in a boy because we believe that his eyes can't possibly drown us anymore than the sadness we feel.
But it is ironic that sometimes we drink cough syrup even when we don't have a tickle in our throat.
And it is scary that we accept this.
And when we run out of obvious places to search for a spark of life, where do we continue our hunt?
Once we find the right place, heaven doesn't seem so far.
So try looking at the top of a mountain or in a tattoo parlor or at the stars.
Try not to look back at what's happened, borne back ceaselessly into the past. Look forward. Seek for something that will make you get out of bed everyday. It takes time but I swear, once you find it, it'll be like swinging away to your favorite song in the middle of the playground you grew up with.
xoxo
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