I am in love with life
even if it sucks sometimes, because things can get better
even when people disappoint me, because I know I am disappointing too and want forgiveness and grace when that happens
even though it’s scary to not know what’s coming and who’ll be with me and where I’ll be and if there will be readily accessible supplies of fruit
I am in love with life because I can make it what I want it to be through hard work, by being kind and brave, by accepting the beautiful parts and the broken bits together, by choosing to looove when it would be easier not to.
Idk. I’m just in love.