eat, pray, love.
i am not a spiritual person. well, maybe i am, but i dont define myself as such. i inherently associate "spirituality" with that notion of God - who I just cannot bring myself to believe exists. I believe that we die, and we lay in the ground without our blood and full of formaldehyde, and after a while the bugs finally move in and we rot to thin dust. Or fat dust, depending on our BMI. Point being, I am quite athiest and have never felt as if I could or should have to make room in my soul for god. I've had people ask me, "Arent you so lonely? Isnt life worthless?" ... I wonder to myself if maybe we all feel the same way, and it's just that some of us need to label it and some of us do not. That light that I feel when i'm on the trampoline in the sun marvelling at life is not something i ascribe to an external factor, god. I find that it comes from deep within me.
eat, pray, love has re-ignited my long lost love affair with italy. i would like to go back, please. i would like to have a reason to learn italian and then to go to italy. i would like to spend four months eating. i would like to go up to a stranger and ask "where is the best food in this town?" and then have dinner at that place. i want, i want, i want.
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