The Messy Thoughts Of A Blooming Adult.

Topic Eight: The life we're given.

Every once in a while she meets a book, a movie or even a life event that would make her fall back into this thought that have always been actively hiding in the back of her mind, those buzzing thoughts about the life we are given. 

A lot of us, if not all, walk through life in an unintended ignorance. The type where we see the things we are used to having as normal, as things we shouldn't appreciate on daily basis, as constants we are meant to have or live. But the truth is, nothing in life is constant even our lives comes to an end. 

Moments pass us unknowingly, the day you cried in your father's embrace the day you got your college acceptance letter, or the day you sat on the sidewalk with your friend talking about your feelings for that one guy, or your late night series runs with your brothers, or those silly fights you had with your sister that ended up with her in your arms because she looked so cute and you just couldn't take it. 

Your first born child in your arms, your husband looking down lovingly. The day you fought with your partner, the night when you made up. Those are all parts of a life we have been given, parts of a puzzle that was assemble. 

Piece after piece are but together as we grow and live collecting precious memories with others that we might take for granted. But looking back on them, even the sad ones, they hold a piece of you, they hold a love you have given and received , a truth you have discovered and a life you have lived. But they also hold a piece of someone else. 

Looking at those moments makes you realize that your life is not yours and yours only. It's pieces of others that compliments your own, it's your mother's nagging, your father's persisting temper, your brother's shenanigans and your sister's neediness. It's your friend's stupid fear of disorganization and stubbornness or your cousin's messed up love life. 

Your life is forever part of those people's and  theirs are a part of yours. We live life as a part of a circle of beings that come together to share a story, to share an existence that sometimes doesn't show itself clearly but we should seek the moments of clearance, the moments when you look at a person and think of how amazing it is to be alive here and now sharing this story with you. The moments when we realize the beauty of being alive in the presence of those we love, and the art of living through those precious pieces of our puzzle.

Because the life we are given is all about the little memories of you and I.