Longevity isn’t a popular term it feels, but every so often you see it in full effect and can’t help but take note. Today is my parents 30th anniversary, and in celebrating that I’m also celebrating the existence of a long-lasting kind of love. Not to say idealistic, nor perfect, nor blissful, but enduring. Meaningful and true-to-it’s-word. I can appreciate these seemingly antiquated ideologies, especially amidst what seems a rather disposable society. For my sister and I, this pairing resulted in us and also a varied and ever-contrastingly opinionated sounding board team. How lucky we are as individuals, she and I, to be the end product of a marriage and constantly benefit from the union of two wholly unique souls. We are happy to stand as a testament to what 30 years navigated together (regardless of how I’m sure it feels at times) can afford a person, and blessed to think that in times of uncertainty our stable and happy inner an outer lives radiate as a beacon. A lighthouse set a ways up ahead, blinking it’s thanks into every night, shining it’s light onto every event that says “this has merit, this was right”.
“New York people are a bit stuck up & self important & think that just the fact that they live in New York makes them better than anybody else. You feel trapped by the concrete, and…the myth of Superman & American foreign policy.”—Vivienne Westwood
“I feel new, and it feels good. I am carefully constructing one of the most wonderful times of my life. And i think of it like that every time: I am creating a time for all of us to remember. None of us are in the same place that we were [in], but every time you hear a piece of this music, you’ll remember where you were. You’ll remember what you had on, how it smelled, how you felt. Most of all I want people to feel good. Those people that have turned into metal or machines over time after getting hurt, I hope it encourages them to get out of their minds and feel again.”—Erykah Badu