In your body’s simplest form, your skeleton is your blueprint. All of your muscles, your veins, your skin, flow around your architecture like an artist’s careful paintbrush stroke. So why do we stand in the mirror, pulling at skin weighted with fat and banded with stretch marks and look on with…
As I sit here, looking out of my window and watching the world go by, I am reminded that the world can go on without me. “Who cares about me? I’m only one of the seven billion people in the world.” I say to myself. A sense of loneliness fills me as this thought lingers.
Yet, I remember that I have a goal in life, somewhere to get to, and so much to do, see, etc. The world is out there right before me and all I have to do is take that first step, keep going, and never stop.
