This has been one of the best weekends I can remember. My whole body hurts, I'm absolutely exhausted, I have a shit-ton of work to get done before 9 a.m., and I have some serious road-rash on my left ankle. I started learning to skate on my friend's longboard, helped cut this same friend's hair. I've fulfilled my college student duty and demolished two huge bowls of ramen. I went to the beach, played soccer, four square, and frisbee, learned sun salutations, and bled in the ocean. I haven't gotten eight continuous hours of sleep since Thursday. I bawled like a baby at P.S. I Love You.
This post doesn't have much of a point. I'm not even tacking a poem on to this one. This is just to remember this weekend. This post is to say: Don't think everything has to have a reason. Nothing has reason until we give it some. But, just because it doesn't have reason doesn't mean in isn't invaluable. Doing something, or remembering something just because it makes you happy, or makes you feel something is reason enough. Don't keep yourself from laughing and crying, it's good for you.
Now, I've got hours worth of homework to sleep through.
Wander on.
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