Person. Place. Thing.

"I just gotta leave this damn town..."

"Man, I need a new girl..."

You know those people.

The ones who always talk about leaving but never do.

Or the ones who keep leaving, never staying in the same place (or relationship) for too long.

They blame the town for their ill-fortunes, for their sad eyes, for their blurring thoughts, sleepless nights, restlessness, dissatisfaction. 

They blame their lover for their own inadequacies.

They "need a change."

So they dip.

They stop talking to their lover, usually with little or no explanation.

They pack up and move.

And you know what?

For a while, all is well.

For a while, things seem like they calm down, they get more exciting, they go like they're supposed to.

But soon enough, it begins to resemble what it did before.

New lover, same old thoughts creeping in.

New city, same old life.

Changing the scenery has a way of fooling our hearts into believing something has actually changed.

New relationships fool our hearts into believing it's going to be different this time.

But that simply isn't the case.

People are still people.

You are still you.

And while a change in scenery can be a good thing, and changing a relationship can be a good thing, neither of these things will be the answer you're looking for.

Your dissatisfaction comes from within.

It's up to you to change it, to push through, to be the change you seek.

Otherwise, you'll end up running your entire life.

It's tough to admit that the problem lies within and not on the outside. 

It's tough to admit to yourself that things are not the way you want them to be.

It's tough to admit that you aren't as strong as you try to appear.

But it's necessary if you want to really live. 

And it's infinitely beautiful.

{Let love in.}

Lines.

We create them.

Then we cross them.

The funny thing is that when we make them we think they'll keep us from going somewhere we "shouldn't."

But most of the time, the lines just taunt us.

All we think about are the lines.

All we want is what's on the other side. 

Sometimes, we fool ourselves into thinking we've got it all under control, but we know that's not true.

So we create more lines because somehow more lines equals more control.

And pretty soon, we're trapped.

{So. Many. Lines.}

But what if there were never supposed to be lines?

What if our lives were supposed to be simple? 

What if Love was the only thing that mattered? 

Once your heart is captured, you don't need lines.

Lines will eventually trap you, box you in, close you off.

But Love will guide you.

If you let it.

Residue.

People get sick.

Opportunities get missed.

Lotteries get won (but not by you).

Things get lost (usually in translation).

Love is ignited and quenched in one fell swoop.

Sadness, gladness, passion, and lust.

Ignorance, arrogance, bliss, and mistrust.

And all of this is sealed with a kiss.

It's sticky.

It's tough.

You can't explain, so it must be God's will... right?

Stuff happens.

Life happens.

There isn't always a reason, at least, not in the sense that we think of reason.

Sometimes, it just is.

God absolutely works things out for the good for those who love him.

But that doesn't mean we won't have to go through life.

It also doesn't mean God singled us out and decided to go on a mission to sabotage us.

He's simply letting his creation do its thing, letting the machine work the way it was intended to work.

And all machines leave behind residue. 

It's called {life}.

Truth.

It can be blinding.

It can be startling.

It can be offensive.

It can be hard to spot even when it's right in front of your face. 

It's easy to deny yet undeniable.

It builds cages and sets captives free.

It keeps us from loving but shows us how necessary love is.

It leads us to the water but doesn't make us drink.

And just like almost everything else, it simply is. 

We must make something of it.

The question is: what?