How much stock can be placed into intuition and feeling. If your brain has skipped a beat and your heart turns it all around to a sweet down tempo groove, which one is the music that you dance to. There's a pit of knowing that grows in your belly but it's voice becomes muffled on it's way up and out through your throat, ears, nose and eyes. How do you hear it clearly. Where is the line that is crossed between the universal truth and the subconscious wish.
The answer is to live. Arms wide open, eyes closed shut, breath held tight, feet first, heart in your throat. Live it.
The answer is to trust. Trust the rhythm of the universe, the beat of the twinkle of the stars, the sound of the grass growing beneath your feet, the taste of the cold of a winter's day.
The answer is love. Love in all of it's forms. Beautiful and ugly and cruel. Love.
The answer is to never answer. We are cursed and blessed in the same blink of an eye. The answer is to not expect an answer at all.
I do not want to grow up. I will never grow up. This life is best served with a healthy does of reckless abandon and childlike wonderment. Be bewildered. These days are structured for magic. Pure, unforgiving, unwavering magic. Soak in it, absorb it, you will not have these days for long.