“I used to think I was the strangest person in the world but then I thought, there are so many people in the world, there must be someone just like me who feels bizarre and flawed in the same ways I do. I would imagine her, and imagine that she must be out there thinking of me too. Well, I hope that if you are out there and read this and know that, yes, it’s true I’m here, and I’m just as strange as you.”
I love when I sit alone in a room and the light explodes as it often does when the sun stops its hiding behind the cloud. Perhaps it’s not the dark that grows quieter but some lightness in me growing louder?
We spent the prime years of our youth with each other. Growing and learning and loving and losing. We tried to keep our heads held high as we made our way through middle school and high school, fighting to fit in. We spent summer nights together building forts and fighting off bugs and sleep, laughing until our stomachs hurt. We spent our summer days at the in the water and at the beach, the warm sand scratching at our skin and the sun kissing it. We spent our days at parks, pretending like we were professional photographers and making the same face for every photo. We spent hours making stupid videos and falling for silly boys with silly hair and style. We cried when they broke up with us for younger girls or for doing something stupid and made fun of them for the way they looked later on. We spent the fall days wandering through small highways with people we pretended to hate and outside in the cold at football games that we didn’t really want to be at. We dressed like punks and witches and maids on Halloween and waited for the winter storms to blow in. We slid off snow covered roads and got stuck in corn fields and rang in the new year in our own exciting ways. We went sledding down hills and got too tired to climb back up after the second trip down. We watched the snow fall down and melt away, turning everything into a muddy mess. We walked across a stage and lost touch with our close friends soon after as we started our new lives as college kids.
I just took a walk through the loveliest watercolor painting in existence. The most pleasurable time to breathe is directly after the sun has set—and right after a rainstorm. God paints the prettiest pictures.