Better In Theory

Dear Friends,

So many things in life are better in theory. Bangs, for one. Those peanut butter milk shakes at Jamba Juice, coconut water, GPAs, stargazing, dance clubs and theme parks. Long walks on the beach, cuddling up by the fire, Justin Bieber, popping open a bottle of champagne, fairy tales. Some things in life are just underwhelming, but seem really loud and therefore assume importance. Beauty marks are better in theory because they can turn into moles that can become dangerous for your health, maybe, and you can throw in tanning too. So that makes even the sun better in theory. Sometimes, taking people’s words is better in theory. But then, sometimes life surprises you and it was worth the gamble. The gamble that you might get hurt again, but you might not. Life is short, so learn fast. Roll the dice once in awhile – you might roll a pair. Be sure that you’re in control of your emotions though, since the House always wins.

Following your heart will never be better in theory, and will most likely never go out of style, although sometimes it feels like you’re the only one in town following the trend. My grandmother, who is not a woman of many words, always told me, “Jessica, you’ve got to make up your mind.” I hated getting out of bed for school each morning probably because it was another day to question, another day of treacherous instability, another day of utter disappointment. She will never know how far that statement has gotten me. Make up your mind and follow the path in your mind, even if you’re the only one who can see it – especially if you are. Because you are the only person who can unlock the key to happiness and staying conscious in the moment. It doesn’t really matter if you make mistakes. Mistakes can be fun – take that back. Mistakes are always fun and they are part of the moment. Just make sure you don’t marry one, or hold one too close to your heart. One of my favorite songs is called My Favorite Mistake, by Sheryl Crow. It’s about being cheated on, and still loving that person, and not regretting the time you spent with them but at the same time, you are gone from their lives. Vanished. Poof. The fairy tale ends when someone else makes a mistake. Or sometimes, the fairy tale ends because the prince has lost his charm. Something tells me even Sleeping Beauty wouldn’t regret that resuscitating kiss, even if the Prince went on to bang Snow White. She’d be thankful for that kiss, but let it go.

A fairy godmother once told me this will all pay off someday soon – the contemplation. The constant wishing, deep breathing and heartache. The constant passion thriving deep inside. And you don’t have to be in Never Never Land to catch a glimpse of her. If you look hard enough, she’s in New York City waving her magic wand all around us. If you look deep enough, she’s inside of each and every one of you.

Kisses,

Jessica

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