Oh precious, precious life.
Here’s to life. Here’s to never, never stopping. Here’s to dreams and love and friends and strangers. Here’s to music. Here’s to other worlds and things fantastic in this one. Here’s to the amazing and the mundane, because both fill our lives with color. Here’s to our hearts. That lump of beating flesh in our chests, providing us life blood but also representing our hopes and dreams. The hunk of meat and tissue that represents love. That precious, fickle and oh so breakable organ. Here’s to when it’s beating so hard it feels as though it might burst through our ribs and here’s to when it’s broken. Here’s to each and every tear in it’s delicate membrane and the fact that they will never really heal. Here’s to the earth beneath our feet and the sky above our heads and the endless universes both beyond the skies and between our ears, playful static in our gray matter. Here’s to me. and you. And this very moment. Here’s to existence, because that’s all we can know and may we never take it for granted again.
