Live on, after death.

Death is percieved by many as an unfortunate, yet unavoidable part of life.
It is grieved momentarily, and then we do our best to go on and live our day to day lives, trying to forget our losses and mask our pain.
Yet in sicily, the dead are observed, admired, and studied as though they still are alive and breathing.
In the vast catacombs of sicily, there are hundreds of corpses, fully clothed and preserved to the best of the people's ability.
Each person has a little bit to tell, through what they are wearing, how they are standing, or even the time period in which they died.
Honestly, how easy is it to find beauty in a dead body? It's gross.
Yet, when you look past the fact that you're literally staring death in the face, there is so much more to learn from the deceased.
It is said that the dead live on in the crypts of sicily.
As opposed to being buried in the ground and turned back into dust, they are carefully preserved and kept so that we can look on to them, and read them as if they are open books.
These bodies represent the inevitability of death.
People live their entire lives, striving for better careers, more money, bigger houses.
is that what they are remembered for?
If any of these mummies had successful lives, it is unlikely that it shows.
Materialistic things don't last nearly as long as the memories you leave behind you, the love that you pass on to future generations, the wisdom that you pass on to your children.
Like these people, we are living to die. Yet when they died, they managed to live on.
What will happen to you when you die?
Will the life that you lived still have a positive impact on those to come?
Or will the memory of you be buried along with your physical being?
Life is short, and death is inevitable, but your legacy has the ability to last for an eternity.

*this was inspired by the National Geographic i found in my bathroom. Thanks mom, for renewing our subscription. =]

My sidekick.

I guess you could say she's my other half.

The cookie to my milk.

The cherry to my sundae.

The pages to my book.

Whatever way you turn it,

we aren't one without the other.

Life without a best friend would be unbearable for me.

Someone to tell your secrets to.

Someone to laugh at all your imperfections.

Someone to share your entire closet with.

Someone who's shoulder has the ability to absorb so many tears.

And without her, i would just be a book with blank pages.

New Year, Same Me.

Ordinarily, people have their new year's resolutions all picked out by the time Christmas rolls around.

Personally, i am still completely clueless as to what mine is or will be.

As a teenager, i constantly find things that i want to better about myself.

I am rude, loud, and the worst possible procrastinator.

I try not to dwell on these things though.

I am a desourdy and we all find it extremely difficult to find fault with ourselves, yet it is way too easy to find it in each other.

Luckily, I have my dearest family to keep me grounded, and build me up when necessary.

So, I don't need to set ridiculously high standards for myself that will wither away by the time february rolls around.

I have all these lovely people to remind me that without my flaws, i simply wouldn't be me.