Reason #27 to Keep Living: Colour, Revisited


Two days from today marks one year of this bi-weekly blog series of 101 Reasons to Keep Living. Last year, I would never have thought I could make it this far. Here I am, looking at the leaves again, watching the trees die in brilliant colours. Since I wrote that first post, I have moved houses twice, visited Asia, and changed my plans for the future (except for, of course, writing; I will always be writing).

With death comes newness. With death comes life. This past year I have watched so many parts of me die. I have watched so many be born. Who knew what a year could bring.

And it’s still so colourful. Life never stops being so damn colourful.  Continue reading

101 Reasons to Keep Living

I could name a million beautiful reasons to stay in this world, breathing and growing. Everything from nature to good conversation to the clothes on my back shocks me daily with its simplicity and unassuming joy. I bet you could name a million things, too. I bet you could name things I could never come up with —  things I don’t experience in the same way you do, things I don’t have access to, and things I simply do not notice.

I could also name a million ugly reasons to get out of this world. Maybe more than a million. Maybe more than numbers can count. Continue reading