the slightest breeze that lifts the wayward strands of my hair, the pretty yellow flowers that grow in dirt, the kind smile of a random stranger and every other little thing that makes life beautiful just by existing along the sidelines.
a non-choice is a choice; no one can be in the middle and stay quiet; the point, in this life, is always to make a bold stand; not stay in the sidelines and stay vague or gray.