Maybe the impossible is possible when you take everything else away.
When nothings left, maybe you can reach for something that no one knew existed.
Or maybe we became something new.
Maybe we made it exist.
There are a lot of memories we imagine. We play them over and over in our minds, trying to orchestrate our movements and words to perfection. Or maybe it's just that I've lived inside of my head more than any other person in the history of the world. Maybe none of us can really predict how we will act at any give moment. Maybe we're all at the mercy of circumstance in spite of our well-laid plans.
Mary E. PearsonJenna reached over and held one of my hands, Kara held the other, and I felt like the universe was holding us all.
For that night, maybe just for that magic moment, it all seemed to make so much sense, like the thousand puzzle pieces of my life were all in place and I knew the How and Why of all things. It was one of those moments that I was sure would stay impressed on me forever because it was real and true. It was as tangible as the blanket beneath me. I felt lik I had touched something, something as big as the universe, and it had touched me back.
I didn't know that even a big moment like that could be snuffed out in a matter of days by packing to go home, by the wrong teacher on the wrong school schedule, or by my uncle getting his brains blown out at a traffic stop.
But all that just made Kara and Jenna brighter stars in my sky. I had no way of knowing that, in a matter of weeks, even those stars would be snuffed out.
Boredom reigns on all levels. The rain is a welcome change. I have seen the pond swell and the creek surge. I press my palm against the glass, imagining the drops on my skin, imagining where they started out, where they will go, feeling them like a river, rushing, combining, becoming something greater than how they started out.
Mary E. PearsonMots clés adoration-of-jenna-fox
These memories descend out of nowhere, giving me pieces of who I was, but their significance is lost. I sigh and resume my walk, not knowing if this memory is important, or just more of the jumbled trivia of Jenna's life, like sock shopping. Maybe that is all any life is composed of, trivia that eventually adds up to a person, and maybe I just don't have enough of it yet to be a whole one.
Mary E. PearsonMots clés the-adoration-of-jenna-fox
A single gentle rain makes the grass many shades greener. So our prospects brighten . . .
Mary E. PearsonThere are all kinds of friends you make in life... But there's something different about someone who spreads their wings with you.
Mary E. Pearson... Change doesn't happen overnight-it's molded by people who don't give up
Mary E. PearsonOn a small planet where minute follows minute, day follows day, year follows year, where tradition marches on with a deafening orderly beat-sometimes the order is disturbed by a dreamer, and artist, a scribbler-sometimes the beat is changed by one person at a time.
Mary E. PearsonMots clés inspirational
Pieces"
Isn't that what all of life is anyway?
Shards. Bits. Moments.
Am I less because I have fewer, or do the few I have mean more?
Am I just as full as anyone else? Enough?
Pieces.
Allys saying "I like you"
Gabriel snorting out bread freeing me to laugh.
And Ethan reminding me how much I do know.
Pieces.
I hold them likethey are life itself.
They nearly are.
Mots clés life unknown pieces broken
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