I love my feelings. I love my intensity. I love that even when I try to ground my feelings, they just bubble over. I love that I feel that overwhelming heart aching, gut wrenching happiness. that’s my favorite part of being alive. the happiness that turns your stomach and has your heart beating a thousand miles per minute. that’s what reminds of being alive. what reminds me of my existence is my feelings. even the sad things. the disappointments. the let downs. the heart break. even those things I am grateful to have felt the pain. I am thankful that through these things, God hasn’t hardened me. I still love, I still want a love. I am, admittedly cautious, but I possess a hope. a deep kind of hope that blazes with a blind fury in my veins that even if my tomorrow is no different than my right now, I hold it deep in my cavernous & mysterious being that tomorrow bears the responsibility of being different. you see, today… right now.. it’s happening, the moment owes me nothing more than what I give it, and with all my deep feelings, boy do I give my “right now’s” my all (when I can). but as I lay here to fall asleep, tomorrow hasn’t presented itself to be yet. so we have the chance to rendezvous and make a dance of it all. with my fate. with my destiny. with my greatness - it’s still out there. we can make it marvelous or we can flicker and dim in the darkness. that is the choice and the hope tomorrow gives me. tomorrow can shake me, change my entire life … that day, the explosive moments that we all have, the ones that eventually define and shape us and clap us into our mystic selves to dance to this tune (or against it) for the rest of our lives .. that could be at anytime. so I welcome it, I welcome the blinding beauty. the monumental tomorrow might be because if there is one thing I learned about life besides truly trusting your gut is that the promise of tomorrow’s dawn trumps today’s darkness a million times over.