The days I will surely forget. But that is okay.

Today, I drove down the lost coast road.

I weaved in and out of grand redwood trees and above the clouds they stood below. And I thought about how I will surely forget many of these memories.

But that is okay with me.

Because these experiences are the blood that courses through my veins. They are the kindling that keeps my soul on fire. The foundation that keeps the stars in the sky above.

The days that make dreaming at night completely pointless. 

“Given enough time, the universe begins to ponder it’s own existence.”