Sometimes, even I don't make any sense.

Life. It’s a simple four letter word, but I don’t think any one can really define it. The dictionary says “the quality that distinguishes a vital and functional being from a dead body.” What does that even mean? Sure, we’re alive, we’re not dead. But what is LIFE? Is it just the state of living? Or is it more? I don’t think we’ll ever know.

But what I DO know is that while we are in this thing called life, we might as well make the best of it. Go out there and take risks, have your heart broken, act crazy, be happy, be ALIVE.

It might not always work out how we want it to, we might get hurt along the way, but really, who cares if we make mistakes? Who cares if we make complete fools of ourseleves? Who is anybody to judge? You can’t fly without taking that first jump. And there is no way you can’t live without dreaming. And you honestly can’t become who you are meant to be, without letting go of everything you aren’t and weren’t meant to be.

Everyone, EVERYONE can be a star, everyone can shine, and everyone can achieve everything they want.

I've had a bad morning. I feel down sometimes. I always want to do and be more. I never seem to be fully satisfied. I ask myself multiple times a day what I’ve done wrong. "I guess sometimes not being a success story can make you feel like a flat out failure.", Alex Deleon said it best. The truth is, this a hard life but it is also a beautiful one, everytime I start to feel down, I try to remember that.

This probably doesn’t make any sense. It’s me rambling. Is it about one thing? Not really. Sorry if this doesn’t make sense at all, but some things in this world don’t need to make sense. You just have to believe. In me, in the people around you, in yourself.

Amor, Mackenzie

“But who could ever love me? I am out of my mind, throwing a line out to sea to see if I can catch a dream”