My mom was there to answer the unanswerable, to make sense of the fault in our life - and we got through that somehow we came out on the other side. Now I'm 0 for 2 and I don't get any more pitches to swing at.

Some decisions are hard, some are easy, but either way it's our choices that matter. Who we chose to align with. What we choose to give in to. What we choose to resist. And most of all, who we choose to be. Because it is always our choice.

We are what we love. We are the things, the people, the ideas we spend our days with. They center us, they drive us, they define us to our very core. Without them, we are empty.

Trains are all the ways you miss each other-wrong train, wrong tracks, wrong time.

I am no longer the left behind. I am the living. And I want everything this life has to offer. I stop for a second and look around at all the shops and stores and stalls. At all the people, going about their days, at all the moments they're living. This is what I want. I want to live every moment. I want to feel everything.

As you see, context is everything and nothing at the same time. Words stand alone and with each other.

I don't need to be any place else, because the music takes me to the only place I want to be right now. To the place where I am and have always been wholly me, the only church I've ever belonged to, the only place I've ever prayed.

Standing up for what's right is a huge burden to bear. It's normal to have some doubt.