INDEFINABLE AND UNCHAINED

But I believe good things happen everyday. I believe good things happen even when bad things happen. And I believe on a happy day like today, we can still feel a little sad. And that’s life, isn’t it?

—Gabrielle Zevin, Elsewhere (via vanished)

(via stay-melo)

A son created a journal, in the form of a website, recording the last days he has with his father. I do not know where to begin describing how I felt while reading this. I know this may sound cliche but there are no words - NO WORDS - to explain how beautiful this is. The depth of his love for his father just leapt from every word, every picture, every story. This is a really wondeful way of honoring his father, and showing to us - those whom he has welcomed to their life - how life even at its very end still has meaning, still has wonderful and funny stories to tell and lessons to teach us all. It makes me wonder how I would do when my parents have grown old, and are unable to do things on their own, might become forgetful and childlike. Being touched by a story is simple, more so when the writer has masterfully recounted it. It may cause us to think that “I too, wanna take good care of my parents this way. I too, will be patient with them when they grow old. I will also treat them with kindness, and unconditional love. I want to do more than this.” Oh, words and plans, they can all come out easy. They may flood our minds incessantly like an endless river, especially when the inspiration is still raw in our hearts. But how would we do when it actually happens to us? Would we really be the person we had imagined ourselves to be?  But should we wait for the end to be near before we become that person?

I encourage you to take a small piece of your time to read this.

It is Stunning.

It is Heartbreaking.

It is Eternal.

And I have emerged, Better.