But the beginnings of a very important epiphany started that day. And over the months, on a rainy July night I stood in the middle of an empty side street and stared through the rain. I wasn't wearing a jacket, just some dress and boots I wore to a party I just came from. I'd just walked a friend of mine home and stopped to enjoy the warm summer rain. The end of that big epiphany hit me hard. So hard I no longer felt the rain, or the breeze, or even notice the dim streetlights. I realized that in order to understand life, you need to live it. Because no one knows what they were put here for until they've gone through a whole lot. And the only way to do that, is to continue living and enjoying every second. Till I truly understand what I was put here for, I've come across a calling of sorts. Writing. My grandfather once told me you cannot live life happily if you don't know why you live. But I responded to him in the middle of that street that night. Instead of just nodding in agreement I said to myself "You cannot know why you live, if you don't live happily."
There's more to me than you'll ever see on the surface. Tell me when you're ready to swim, because I've got gear so you'll survive the depths. And hopefully you'll eventually let me swim in your ocean. then we can dry off and laugh about the past, and how vibrantly the future shines.
