Don't You Think?

 I don't understand how any of this works, but I'm willing to give it every second I can to try and understand, every breath I can possibly get. But then what does it matter? Isn't it love? Hasn't it always been love? When you put love first I've seen everything else follow with grace. But all there really is to know is that you aren't going to hold every answer, or perhaps any of them, you never will, and never should. When you say what you feel (not what others want to hear) when you follow your words with actions when you give time freely, and take it cautiously when you lead with love and never with spite  These are things that matter. and I suppose it's not how much you know about anything or everything, it's the principles you learn and how you incorporate them into your being that brings respect, and love, and light, and depth and when I close my eyes for the last time, that is still all that I will truly know. 

 I thought it would be fun to post my writing somewhere else, so I'm just going to start with something I wrote a while ago to get things going  When I was little I loved to walk by the curb to the bus stop, stepping on all the ice that had frozen on the sides of the road and hearing it crunch Then there were even a couple times I missed it, so focused on the ice, feeling it crunch and crack under the weight of my little body, thinking about things, that when I glanced up- The bus was driving off, I was still halfway down my street, standing in the morning light,  thanking it for the day, ice below my feet, sky above, my dreaming in between How is it that I hadn't even heard it driving up? I'd thought But that's how I've always been, caught in a moment, swimming in time like it didn't exist, to the point that things in my peripheral don't register My dad used to be so worried about my trajectory,  that I didn't seem to plan a day ahead or have motivation...