I have cried twice on planes. Both times I was coping with the inevitable entropy of happiness, love and beauty. Moments I had waited for, and knew, when they came, that they would end. The exhilarating high I got from having those fragments of connection would cease. I knew it first hand, when I got that flip on my stomach, knowing that everything that lives, must one day die.
I am the sum of all of my parts
Thoughts about the night, written late at night.
I have always been curious about my emotional life. I have come to realize that the only way we can break free is by exploring and understanding the things we feel, think and do, and understanding how they relate.
Let me share with you my journey of self-discovery.