Life is Devastatingly Beautiful

I’m a tender little puddle of feels.

Lee Singer and I spent the past few days binge-watching One Day, crying our eyes out on the couch. Zero spoilers here. Just buckle up for some stunning television entertainment. 

And isn’t that just the thing? Life is devastatingly beautiful. All the messy, normal, basic, astounding moments that we have the privilege to live. It is equal parts heartbreaking for misery and heart-breaking-open for immense love. 

There’s dancing and laughing, and crying and wailing. There’s grief and loss and youth and aging and death and birth.

There’s baby giggles and mix CDs and making love and sex. There’s keeping it together and losing control and addiction and balance and war and peace.

There’s “We couldn’t possibly” and “I’m all in” and marriage and divorce and make ups and break ups. There’s parties and loneliness and shame and solitude and community.

There’s sunshine and rain and first breaths and last breaths. These doors closing and windows opening and holding hands and letting go and living for the hope of it all. 

Time marches on, the years fly by as they do, and we are simply and complicatedly in it. Holding on for dear life and basking in the glory of a life well lived. 

Life is a soundtrack of epic proportions, and it’s all horribly wonderful. 

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