Life as we know it.

“Somewhere a girl is trying to open her umbrella against the wind in the middle of a storm
Somewhere a boy is looking over the edge of a mountain wondering why despite the beautiful sunset he still thinks about throwing himself over the edge. 
Somewhere the girl at the coffee shop is dotting the I in someone’s name with a heart and they smile 
Somewhere a couple is sharing their first kiss and thinking of endless possibilities while someone else is sitting on their couch alone dwelling on the lack thereof 
There is an infinite number of people experiencing an infinite number of things
There is an infinite number of people, yet I am alone” — simplexitly

"We live in a generation that is always searching for “more” in life. In love. We need the next fix. The next gratification. The next quick hit. Living our lives in 140 characters, 5 second snaps, frozen filtered images, four minute movies, attention here, attention there. More as an illusion. We worry about settling, all the while making ourselves suffer thinking that anything less than the shiny, happy filtered life we’ve been accustomed to is settling. What is settling? We don’t know, but we fucking don’t want it. If it’s not perfect, it’s settling. If it’s not glittery filtered love, settling. If it’s not Pinterest-worthy, settling. We realize that this more we want is a lie. We want phone calls. We want to see a face we love absent of the blue dim of a phone screen. We want slowness. We want simplicity. We want a life that does not need the validation of likes, favorites, comments, upvotes. We may not know yet that we want this...