Sometimes when I get upset, I act as I did when I was 15. Then I wonder when I'm going to learn how to behave as an adult.

Sometimes,

even though I'm an adult now, I still wish someone had tried to save me as a kid.

Happiness is

the smell right before a storm breaks open.

watching someone reach into the garbage to remove the newspaper someone else couldn't be bothered to recycle.

blowing on the belly of a silly four-year-old boy.

realizing I'm ready to start dating again.

sore muscles after lifting weights.

the first bloom of spring flowers.

watching an eight-year-old boy entertain himself for the hour train ride with four unsharpened pencils.

being able to talk to old friends without missing a beat.

knowing that you love someone(s) enough to feel a tug of sadness after hanging up the phone or saying goodbye.

finding a way to crack my back in the exact spot I want cracked.

having a future to start imagining again.

figuring out ways to make the present more worthwhile.

knowing how blessed I am.

I am ready for love.

"I am ready for love
Why are you hiding from me
I'd quickly give my freedom
To be held in your captivity

I am ready for love
All of the joy and the pain
And all the time that it takes
Just to stay in your good grace
Lately I've been thinking
Maybe you're not ready for me
Maybe you think I need to learn maturity
They say watch what you ask for
Cause you might receive
But if you ask me tomorrow
I'll say the same thing

I am ready for love
Would you please lend me your ear?
I promise I won't complain
I just need you to acknowledge I am here

If you give me half a chance
I'll prove this to you
I will be patient, kind, faithful and true
To a man who loves music
A man who loves art
Respect's the spirit world
And thinks with his heart

I am ready for love
If you'll take me in your hands
I will learn what you teach
And do the best that I can

I am ready for love
Here with an offering of
My voice
My Eyes
My soul
My mind

Tell me what is enough
To prove I am ready for love

I am ready"
-india.aire