It's alright, there's beauty in the breakdown.

“You can shed tears that he is gone,
or you can smile because he has lived.
You can close your eyes and pray that he'll come back,
or you can open your eyes and see all he's left.
Your heart can be empty because you can't see him,
or you can be full of the love you shared.
You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday,
or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday.
You can remember him only that he is gone,
or you can cherish his memory and let it live on.
You can cry and close your mind,
be empty and turn your back.
Or you can do what he'd want:
smile, open your eyes, love and go on.”

I want to go visit him. Considering the days are getting longer and the weather is more inviting, I feel lost. I know he is alive in the beauty of the world around me, but a spirt is such an intangible concept, something I cannot touch or see, only something I can feel. This has still left me at a cross roads of where I stand with God. Again, another intangible thought. Interesting.

Enough for now.

I miss you, Scott.

Contemplative

I just got back from break. I am tempted to invest in a new camera.. one that actually takes decent pictures. Unfortunately I am completely in over my head to even know where to begin when it comes to cameras. I do like editing my photographs though, it's something I've always enjoyed. Perhaps because it captures the beauty in a moment and when reflecting upon that photograph those same feelings reside.

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