Bianca Sparacino

I asked for submission about the sacrifices our parents make on my Tumblr and was inundated with responses, this is where the commentary is sourced from here.

Some days you are going to wake up and things will feel calm. Your vision will be clear, the world will be yours.

It left to grow.

I don’t care if you’re on a first name basis with your favorite barista at Starbucks, or if you can recite every episode of friends at the drop of a hat.

After the heart stops there are seven minutes of brain activity left.

I will desire you with every dawn and I will desire you with every dusk.

From someone who has done and experienced them all! 1. Climb Mt. Batur at 2am and reach the summit just at the crack of dawn.

Blame yourself for being too big, too small, too loud, too opinionated.

Promise yourself that you will use your happiness as your guide.

I am no longer afraid to surrender my mask. Human beings aren’t perfect, we have hardships, burdens, and baggage that we carry on our backs like concrete.

Our whole being craves the mountains, the sea, the sunshine between the trees in the forests of the Earth, even if we don’t know what to expect from the landscapes and the cultures themselves.

There are certain things in life that are difficult to do. There are things that arise within our daily routines, within our yearly experiences, that we would rather run from that embrace.

Promise me that you will never again run back to what cracked you, what fractured your heart, your mind, your soul.

You have a quiet within you that sleeps inside your bones, that stirs within your heart, but you rarely notice it. Take a minute to truly think —  when was the last time you were fully present?

They don’t teach you how to hurt. How to truly hurt, to truly feel every inch of your body on fire and be at peace with it.

I promise you that there will never be a perfect time to do anything in life.

Over the last twenty-three years life has spoken to me. It has spoken to me through heartache, through hardship, through joy and celebration.

Don’t talk to me about the weather. Don’t tell me about the forecast and how it calls for rain, or how you’re terrified that winter will arrive earlier than expected.