Month: May 2013

Happiness

It really is the small things in life, like having a big, well deserved breakfast after a three-mile run in Central Park, or reminding yourself during said run that the only thing that matters is the step you are about to take, and not the final destination. At times, you can see the finish line, but at others, due to twists and turns, you just have to enjoy the scenery and trust that you will make it if you keep pushing on. It is like having no plans during a long weekend and letting life surprise you. It is like getting home after walking all day and finding out that the very loud, yet beautiful classical music flowing through the air is actually a free concert given by the New York Philharmonic Orchestra. And so, you lay on the soft grass in the courtyard of a magnificent cathedral, allowing yourself to simply float off… It is like being aware of how blessed you are, of how much you are surrounded by love, of how much …

A Letter To My Hero

Dear Zach, As Justin said, “it’s not because you’re dying, it’s because of how you’re living.” In your 18 years on this Earth, you absolutely succeeded at life. You found a way to be truly human, both spiritual and physical at the same time. You understood that Love trumps all, and that our mission in life, which many of us spend hours, days, and even years searching for, is actually quite simple: help others to be happy. You discovered it; you achieved it. What a tremendous accomplishment! I am in awe of your humanity. I am in awe of your beautiful heart. I am in awe of your amazing soul. I am in awe of your tremendous courage to fight through it all with a huge smile on your face, even in moments of tears. I am in awe of your ability to live on in the lives of those around you, even after death. But more importantly, I am in awe of how you have touched me and so many others without ever physically …

Why Waste Time?

For most of our lives, we convince ourselves that Time abounds. We assume we are invincible and immortal, unbothered by thoughts of anything else existing outside of our immediate reality. Until, of course, we experience “moments of impact,” the ones that shake us down to the core and make us re-think absolutely everything. That is when we learn the most about life and its inner workings. Of the numerous lessons I’ve learned in the past few months, this one is my favorite: not being our true selves always is the real waste of Time. I used to hold myself back around certain people for fear of making them feel uncomfortable. I would do my best to fit into whatever mold they had designated for me, however it was that they wanted me to act. I led my mind to believe that if I did this, they would like me and accept me. Yet, I eventually realized how vain that sounded. I wasn’t being honest with myself. Did I really care enough about the other person …

Home Is Where The Heart Is

Home. This seems to have been the theme all weekend. And so, I am faced with the necessary questions: how does one define the word “home”? What does it mean to me versus other people? Does the definition remain constant with time, or does it mold to allow new circumstances? Let me only speak for myself, as I have thought long and hard about this for many years (being a nomad will do that to you). For me, home is where the heart is. No, really. Whenever I walk into my parent’s house, no matter where in the world they are, I feel at home. The warmth of their love, knowing that I am always welcome, that they will always care for me and receive me with open arms, this is where I find peace and where I can rest. I love going back there, even if just for a day or two. I can be a child again, no “real world” nonsense to deal with. Yet, I don’t live there permanently. I choose to …