Why do we read books?
Why do we listen to music?
Why are we alive?
What's the purpose...

I've heard a lot of people say:
Follow your dreams.
Let your heart lead the way.
Have GOALS and WORK for them.

But something is off.
You don't need to do something big
To be significant.
You don't need to be important
To be authentic.

The purpose of life is to live.
Really, actually, willingly live.
Something so simple but so hard to understand,
Sometimes even hard to achieve
Is to be alive...

We don't read just for the plot.
We don't listen just for the chorus.
We read because we love the book.
we listen because we love the song.

Enjoy. cry.
Learn. Live.

You know, you're enough. You're important
even if you don't feel like it.
If you spend your life chasing meaning
You might miss it----
Unless you look around
And see the little things
while still running.

The ocean flowed in the breeze
I could feel the waves as they pushed
My fingers began to freeze
It was cold, sharp as a thorn bush.

I was lost on an island.
I couldn't see a boat.
And I thought I could find them
So I created a note.

"Farewell my good friends.
Enjoy those fun days.
But this is where my fun ends
Continue to be full of craze."

I want to run, I want to hide
From all the pain he caused inside.
I want to scream, I want to cry.
Why can't I tell him goodbye?

I want to move on; I just can't let go.
I love him more than he will ever know.
I want to start over, I want to feel free!
But this pain will never leave me be.

He hurt me bad; the pain is deep
From all the promises he couldn't keep.
All the lies I heard him say
Are in my head and just won't fade.

How can I forget him, leave him behind?
Erase the memories from my mind?
He doesn't love me, and he never will.
He will never care how I feel.

Sun's out, the water gleams,
A vibrant lure of summer dreams.
But in the closet, hangs a dread,
A whisper from inside your head.
The bathing suit, a tiny span,
A mirror reflecting a flawed plan.
Each stretch mark, every curve and line,
Becomes a subject, far from divine.
The whispers grow, a judging choir.
Unable to do what my heart desires.

Pain is a lot of things.
Pain is falling off your bike and scraping your knee.
Pain is being bullied by the cool kids.
Pain is having your first heartbreak.
Pain is feeling left out.
Pain is not knowing how you feel but it makes you angry.
Pain is losing the thing you most cherished.
Pain is knowing you can't go back in time to relive those happy memories.
Pain is getting injured.
Pain is being taken away from your family.
Pain is not being able to show your true self to others.
Pain is being scared.

But one thing pain isnt
Is that it doesn't last forever.
For all the pain you are put through or have been put through,
Is a day you will live to see and heal.
A day to remind you that your pain doesn't define you.
A day to show you that YOU are STILL living.

You will feel pain, you will be at lost for hope, you will feel all these things but someday, somehow
It. will. all. make. sense.

I am a Christian, what is wrong with that?
You make me look like some kind of rat
Why are you so hateful?
This time that I take to convince you isn't wasteful

I love Jesus, I love God
But some people think this is odd
I don't know why they act like this is new
When everything I preach is actually true

"Jesus loves me this I know
For the Bible tells me so
Little ones to Him belong
They are weak but He is strong"