“Do you have doubts about life? Are you unsure if it's worth the trouble? Look at the sky: that is for you. Look at each person's face as you pass on the street: those faces are for you. And the street itself, and the ground under the street and the ball of fire underneath the ground: all these things are for you. They are as much for you as they are for other people. Remember this when you wake up in the morning and think you have nothing. Stand up and face the east. Now praise the sky and praise the light within each person under the sky. It's okay to be unsure. But praise, praise, praise.” - Miranda July, "No One Belongs Here More Than You"

Ah, March, you always make me fall in love with you. You're one of those lovely months that transitions us from the bitter times of winter to the buzzing nuisance of early spring. There's nothing more sensational than walking up the stairs of my local sky train station to be suddenly enchanted by thousands of cherry blossoms. Each flutter, drop, spiral of its welcoming presence makes me so madly ecstatic inside and out. People see it every early spring - they take pictures of it, point at it and then move on without further acknowledgement but it always reminded me how lucky it is to be surrounded with such beauty. Sometimes you don't always have to understand why things happen - why it's here or what purpose it serves in this mass of a universe. You just gotta look up and appreciate its existence; that today it's here and that it might not be anymore the next day. People always like to overcrowd your head with real facts on things that can be explain and you start to feel sorry for them. Because without any well-known evidence existing in this universe, they are incapable of feeling. And then they can't just appreciate things as they are, rather than searching for a good reason to.