I love you because you move in your own way
June 6, 2012
I want to think that someday soon, hopefully really soon, people will no longer care about owning the latest Channel purse and will once in for all feed their souls with food that can benefit their growth. Manicuring pictures to hide obvious body imperfections is not — by any means, living. Life isn't about owning the latest i-phone, car, or boyfriend.
I don't know much about much, but I do know this much:
It's about doing things that you want to do.
It's about embracing our imperfectly perfect selves.
It's about walking life at your own pace.
But no matter what I say, I know people live life thinking that an i-phone is their ticket to living a healthy lifestyle. Others treat life like a constant party using people to get what they want and later recycling them like coca-cola bottles.
My love and respect go for people who move in their own way.
People who do things from the heart.
People who travel.
People don't care about purses, designer jeans, or stupid diamond hoops.
People who discuss ideas.
People who care.
People who love love.
But, most importantly — I love you because you move in your own way.