Sometimes we have moments of genuine existence. Those are when you fear you're not doing right by your life. And you vow to do something about it. You don't.
You don't really listen until you're about to die. But then you live and forget it all.
We pray in desperation and when granted wishes we thank the lord who made us desperate.
We kiss the hand that feeds us, the hand that wipes its own ass with our food.
They've told me if you wake up, if you walk down the street, if you meet someone, if you buy something, if you hear something, if you eat something,
if you live,
you have to do it with your heart and mind open.
And all the happiness of the world will fall in you.
Guess it's kind of a gradient.
Gabi is fucking awesome.