“I believe that if one always looked at the skies, one would end up with wings.”  -gustave flaubert-

i wish i were a bird.

the other day i looked up at the sky.  now, i know what you’re thinking… ‘big woop, steph.  the sky’s always been there.  always will be.’  ok.  well, the thing about it was, i remembered that there’s this huge universe around me and that there is so much more going on than i often stop to realize.  call me crazy, but it was a beautiful thing.  there’s something about that vast unknown deep blue sky, that goes on and on forever, that reminds me that i’m alive; reminds me that i’m not just living this small little life here in this small little bubble of a town.  there’s a lot more to see from way up high, and i get so used to looking at things from this lowly ground i’m wandering.  when i look at the sky i see everything that exists, and it makes me happy.  happy to know that i am not as small as i seem, and i can breathe again.

i think people should look to the sky at least five times a day… if not more.  that is all.