gone...but it's okay.

About three weeks ago my bookbag was stolen in Philly.
Yeah, someone just walked up to my passenger side window,
smashed it in,
and swiped my bookbag.
There were a lot of valuable things to me inside that jansport:
bose headphones,
digital voice recorder,
a copy of Life of Pi (which I was thoroughly enjoying at the time),
a copy of The Piano (which I was surely going to enjoy eventually),
song journals,
and a personal journal I had been writing in for a few years.
It's a hard blow I'm sure you can understand.
Memories. Moments. Monumental occasions.
Everything was written in that book.

I've since come to terms with losing my documented life.
No one can steal what's in my head.
It's still all there for me to remember.

I watched American Beauty last night.
I haven't seen that movie in a long time.
The message from that story hit me so hard:

"I guess I could be pretty pissed off about what happened to me... but it's hard to stay mad, when there's so much beauty in the world. Sometimes I feel like I'm seeing it all at once, and it's too much, my heart fills up like a balloon that's about to burst... And then I remember to relax, and stop trying to hold on to it, and then it flows through me like rain and I can't feel anything but gratitude for every single moment of my stupid little life... You have no idea what I'm talking about, I'm sure. But don't worry... you will someday."
---American Beauty