Here am I, dying of a hundred good symptoms.~~ Alexander Pope, died May 30, 1744

I found out today that a short life needn't be an unfulfilling one. Fulfilment itself isn't about achieving the things we imagined we would as kids. Nothing as lofty as that. Yet I'm too proud to put it all down to a cliche. And I'm too afraid to contemplate the consequences that are in store, if my life were really and truly anything less.

I now know what you mean when you say you're nowhere. I feel like you're still here, yet you've already gone. Ten months, how much more will we grow between now and then? I hope you find the perfect notebook, I hope you find tons of free photographs and I hope you will continue to write, and leave your wisdom with me.

posted by beautiful at 3:46 am