I thought I knew something about the world, and about the people that live in it. I thought I had gone through my share of struggles and heartbreak. I thought I was driven. I thought that my quest for knowledge was something that both pushed me, and fulfilled me. I thought that being strong, hard, and focused was the way to live. It was the way a man ought to be. I was both right and wrong.
You opened my eyes.
You showed me that life is less about living for the moment, and more about living in the moment. You taught me to appreciate the little things, before worrying about the big things. Like you said, big things are little things put together. You showed me how to appreciate life, and embrace my emotions. To embrace that torrent of hurt, pain, anger, glee, satisfaction, regret, et cetera and ride in it like there is no tomorrow. You showed me how to achieve that balance. To be vulnerable yet strong, emotional yet level-headed, and appreciative yet critical.
Now, I realize the beauty of life. Now, I see the pattern in everything. Now, I think to question. Now, I think of reasons. I embrace myself, and you love me for it.
My only lament? I could not do for you what you did for me.
