Missing.

If I were to say something like "I miss absolutely nothing", I'd be the biggest liar in the whole world without question, period. Because, as much as I'd like to believe that, I just can't because it just isn't the truth. I miss so many things on so many different levels, things I had, things I didn't have that I wish I had, and things I let slip away from my own very hands.

Hello there, I am the Earthian.

I know a part of me is just romanticizing but I do like this romantic inside of me because its him who makes me remember these things  I miss. All of those things I miss may not be glorious, and all of those things, if I had them now, well I am not so sure of how I'd feel about them today but its the fact that I miss them that counts right now because missing something makes it necessarily valuable. And sometimes, its okay to miss. To miss something without ever wanting to have whatever you miss back is kind of what the whole point is. To miss something, to reminisce about that something. To miss it and be okay with missing it. Its not because you miss that something that it becomes valuable to you, its because you value it you miss it. And its okay to value that something from afar, because that way you'll know how valuable it is. I'm not by any chance saying you shouldn't go after it, just a cautionary tale to remind you just might not value that something when you attain it because most of missing is about romanticizing and a little bit of exaggerating. Think about it.

Lots of love, peace.