life

Society inspires literature, and literature inspires society. The union of my English and sociology majors constantly reminds me of this beautiful dynamic.

and They said I was one of the lucky ones/ the ones chosen to live.

What is the point of living my life when I can’t make my own decisions?

Her life is a psychedelic movie /But I’m watching it sober / Let it be over / I clearly can’t do main character.

I am growing / and so are you / at least we know this one thing.

We put red roses out for your heavenly birthday. / Remembering life to forget death; so many seasons have passed since your death anniversary. / In our minds we plant a flower field — we still grow in your love.

When you cast your ballot, make sure you share your voice. As you share your voice, make sure you are the one speaking.

Still, the journey to joy is riddled with obstacles and illusions. Happiness is subjective to time, identity and experience. Though my current perception of happiness will surely change in the future, I know there will forever remain sources I cannot outgrow.

The expectation that I may never see someone again has slowly developed into a longing hope that “later” comes sooner, that “again” holds its own.

Spoiler alert — life isn’t a movie. It doesn’t have an inciting incident, rising action, climax, declining action and resolution.