bookStorE

and when you finish a novel, you might have a feeling of discomfort in your gut. As if you've said goodbye to a close friend for a final time. Knowing that the journey that was embarked upon has now come to a passing. And when you're in this moment you can only think of the pain you'll feel from losing the relationship made with the story.
But visit a book store. Where the isles are lined with shelves towering overhead and title after title are displayed. Where oak chairs with frayed carpet allow people to enjoy another reality.
This one, I can tell that she is different. And I haven't felt this way in a long time, so hopefully it doesn't come back to haunt me.


Also, what the fuck? Why am I blogging like a 3rd grade girl writing in a fucking diary?

something

the longer I've lived and the more experiences I've acquired, the more I agree with things like this.

"Life isn't serious. Success or failure mean nothing in the scheme of life's existence, never mind your life. If you are fortunate enough to be born into relative wealth, enjoy it. And if you aren't, do everything in your power to make everyone's lives better. The only goal we can ever really have as a species is equality of happiness"


I just want to live a life that enriches others.

my dog, George

and it's days like this that make me miss the best friend I ever made.

my dog, George.

George, come on big guy, lets put you in the car. We'll go for a ride down River Road. I'll even put the windows down so you can catch a breeze. Just how you've always liked it. I know you're not interested in walking the Anchorage Trail anymore, and that's okay, I'm not mad. You're not letting me down, George. It really is alright; I only went to the trail so you could get some exercise.. I mean I liked going.. but just for you..

I've noticed you've been sleeping a lot more than usual. And yesterday, you were almost too tired to even want to eat. Don't think I'm mad George, it really is alright. I promise you I'm not upset. Don't think I'm mad at you for leaving your bowl full so Henry could eat twice as much. If you're not feeling it, you're just not feeling it. And you do like to sleep now. And that's fine. Whatever makes you happy is all that matters. I'm fine. I'm fine with that.

We're going to go for a nice drive and you're going to take a long nap. You won't be blind anymore; you'll be able to see everything you've been missing out on for a few years now. You won't be covered in tumors anymore, boy. You'll be able to walk freely. You're going to feel good, George. And it's all going to be alright, I promise.