Fitting into my own size

Real beauty, the one that truly matters, cannot be found in your vital statistics, somebody’s perfect jawline, or your neighbor’s flawless skin. It can be only be found in your head.

Live like you mean it.

You go through life everyday thinking that all your inane stuff is all important, until an acquaintance’s death or somebody else’s impending mortality spits on your face to tell you just how silly and vacuous you have been. A couple of weeks ago we attended the mass service of an acquaintance who suddenly died of brain cancer and just recently, we’ve received news that a friend’s spouse has suddenly been diagnosed terminally ill. I don’t mean to have morbid thoughts or be []