I often wonder if we live in a world where hearts no longer bleed and emotions remain frozen somewhere between our brains and expression. Cell phones jam communication that once allowed for weeks of anticipation. The rush of slipping your finger into the crease of a letter where concealment waits to be let free from the bounds of paper, are trapped outside the walls of the virtual universe. Music runs rampant through our bodies, but unlike the celebration of movement – the sharing of intimacy - we rock out with ourselves. We walk through a constant rhythm of inconsistency, alone, despite the fact that we are surrounded by thousands of others moving through the same motions.

Have we left a stage of innocence behind in hopes that we will find the answers to every huddled question? There is something blissful about the outstretched arms of naivety; and the desperate longing to return to the days of patience. We should all take a step back and run freely through the dreads of our days – take them as experiences to be learned from. Jump openly in puddles when it's raining, the back splash will make you a dirtier person. Yell. Whenever possible. For no reason other than the air that you exhale tastes sweet as it passes through your lungs and out your mouth. Get angry, it will teach you what is really worth your temper. There are not answers to everything. Wade in the waters of uncertainty, because that is where we are human. Our skin softens beneath the chill, our eyes become less dodgy, and our insecurities drip from our pores.