These rocks and twigs will lead your way if you continue movement. The mountain water doesn't overthink its path, it naturally moves with the current. Continuous, harmonically, creating this space in which I sit.

Follow the path of stillness, where that which you love and that which you must let go becomes a simple gesture.

...because I give a damn about YOU, about those around me, about relationships, friendships, and about being a NICE person.

When will I look out at the view and be grateful for this time? When will I be able to turn this into something I can look back on as a positive lesson?

My concussion had taken so much away from me and every time I received something back, it felt like it was nicely wrapped and placed in my hands like a gift. My increasing gratitude made each gift feel that much sweeter and this moment was no different.

“Those first four days I’d wake up every morning hoping you were still alive,” you say in between raw emotion. Your gaze leaves mine and I can tell you’re holding back. All I can think to say is, “I’m sorry.”

We all need it. We all desire it. It's water to our souls and whether you reach for it in your darkest moments or you have surrendered daily to it's power, you still need it.