Last night I watched the movie American Beauty with my family. It’d been a long time since I’d seen it, and I’d forgotten how much I like it. The story does a pretty good job of showcasing just how fucked up the world can be, yet still be beautiful. Still, I can’t help thinking the ugly is slowly overtaking the beauty in the world of today and it’s pretty sad. I wish more people would remember these kinds of things:

I had always heard your entire life flashes in front of your eyes the second before you die. First of all, that one second isn’t a second at all, it stretches on forever, like an ocean of time… For me, it was lying on my back at Boy Scout camp, watching falling stars… And yellow leaves, from the maple trees, that lined my street… Or my grandmother’s hands, and the way her skin seemed like paper… And the first time I saw my cousin Tony’s brand new Firebird… And Janie… And Janie… And… Carolyn. 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…

Currently Playing: Simple Plan – Perfect World
Without you I just can’t find my way