A Box of Pizza

When a grown man has tears in his eyes over a box of pizza, its clear that there's something truly fucked up with this world. Nobody should be hungry and shivering on the streets of a city filled with people who live in luxury. Nobody should forget what it's like to feel warm or sleep on a bed. Nobody should have to call a box of pizza a miracle. That's just the way it is, I guess. There will never be a time where every person has what they deserve, because we're all selfish. I'm selfish. You're selfish. But I can honestly say that each moment of my life I've spent giving to someone else are the moments that are most fulfilling. The genuine joy on the man's face from the most simple of things made me feel like maybe the box of pizza wasn't his miracle, but he was mine.
Merry Christmas.

Grow Up.

That's my response to just about every person that's in a situation that bothers me.

But when I really began to understand what I meant by that, well

I realized that I didn't actually want the other person to grow up, I wanted quite the opposite.

Growing up, you take on scars and experiences and baggage that effects each step you take and each word you say.

Growing up, you learn to progressively see more tainted image of the world's beauty and wonders.

Growing up, you loose the ability to see the world clearly and in its purest form because you learned to adapt to modern society's motives and values.

Instead, grow down. Grow young. Un-grow. Whatever you want to call it,

be a kid again.

Those days when everything thing was something marvelous and brand new

Those days when every time you looked, you saw the world through pure eyes,

Those days when each moment fascinated you, and left you in awe.

So, everybody, grow up. And by that, I mean don't ever.