say it. maybe it's because-

There is so much searching; so much questioning. We meet, we talk; we engage. We start as a wave or a handshake- a smile. We develop, we become friends, we become family or lovers. The time spent analyzing a moment increases; we stop ourselves from delving too much into what hasn't yet happened; life is a clock without hands, and everything that happens is in its own time.

There comes a certain age where there isn't any middle-ground: the people who matter are your family and your chosen family. Christmas-time changes when the presents become nothing but a decoration. There is a real motivation in shopping for gifts- we each secretly treasure the long hours of arguing over where and when to stop for dinner, and wondering where your brothers and sisters are because we all split up to make secret purchases over 2 hours ago. We are running around on Christmas Eve day--but we are not at work, or class---we are together, and finally.

Sometimes, all the time, I wonder when we grew up; when we got to this point. The beauty in being able to see the worth of what we have is immeasurable. Bravely admitting how we feel in our hearts as they are loved or hurt humbles us; it creates the thread that weaves who we are becoming.

We meet people at work, at school, through friends. You walk into a quiet room with a cardboard box and white walls; a week's time brings relics of your heart taped on the walls, a neighbor who brushes their teeth in your bathroom, and strangers become friends who share a couch.

To appreciate home in its purest- the sound of the roof creaking with the wind, the hand that knows where to find the light switch in the dark, knowing the sound of your brother's footsteps coming down the stairs.


These are the things we should notice; but don't take notes- just take them with you.