Perhaps only a few times in our lives, we meet someone that challenges our deeply held thoughts, widens the confines of our heart, and highlights the outline of our soul with an extraordinary hue. Like a second sun rising out of a northern sky, life opens and evolves in a new direction.

We swim in the pools of happiness, drink countless cups of laughter, and once in awhile, breathe the dark sorrows of our fears. Once in awhile, someone is able to reach those wounded branches, and tend to them with their unique light... Life blossoms through the empty spaces. Cups of laughter overflow into pitchers. Pools of joy expand into oceans. Breaths of sorrow crescendo into melodies of wisdom...

Perfection isn't found within the conditional idealisms we have about life. Reality has its own momentum which exists outside of these realms. I believe that perfection exists when words and memories become lost to vast depths of what it means to truly be *alive*, just as the sun furiously illuminates the sky without question as to why. Here's to that unconditional light that exists within each of us. Here's to those few select people, that reach into the core of our own depths, and ever change the way that we radiate.