I'm taking a crash course in living right now from one of the loveliest ladies I know. I'm following my textbook around as she lives and a more riveting account of a life you will not find. I've always been told the best classroom is life itself, but I've never learned quite like this. This living autobiography dabbles in comedy and tragedy, philosophy and religion, history and modern culture. I'm flipping through pages like crazy in these days and overwhelmed that what follows is always just as genuine as what came before.
As we're climbing over rocks or talking with protestors on the street, she's not satisfied to accept an expected explanation. She's a digger and she doesn't stop until she hits gold, whether the topic is parties or pleasures or philosophies. And she doesn't make things up, either, to make the digging easier. She does her research until arriving at a conclusion that fits the weight of the question and then she holds that conclusion humbly.
This girl's life is not full of roses and robust resolution, but it is authentic (in the innocent sense we lost when "authentic" became fashionable) and it is teaching me great Truths.
Life is full of miracles. Currently I'm living in a miracle called, "God transforms a life."
let LOVE fly like cRaZy