I am such a romantic, I seem to live and breathe romance and all that entails.
I’ve often wondered… What is it that makes us fall in love with romantic novels, beautiful love songs, and sunsets over beaches?
We stop, grab our cameras, or just stare into the horizon and hold our breath as we wait for the precise moment when the sun disappears into the ocean. The color hues may vary but the transcendental moment that engulfs us is a memory we lock away forever.
I can’t imagine, having never seen a sunset, never witnessing the deep colors, the tranquility and the magic that is present when each day fades into dusk, but more importantly, I can not imagine being given the opportunity to experience life and choose instead to look away or not feel.
Today I awoke counting my blessings.
He who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead; his eyes are closed.
There are only two ways to live life your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is.
