Today i went to Willamette Pass for a little snow fun. Getting up early with the sun (behind clouds) and the cool morning air was refreshing and a great start to the day. We left pretty early, listening to 50’s rock riding pretty fast down highway 58, joking around and getting excited for the day on the mountain. Jocelyn and I, squished in the backseat with all the gear, notice the red road flames. She asks what they’re doing there, all of us assuming that it was left from some prior accident and still had some juice in it.
As we round the corner, there are two different police cars on either side of the highway and an older ford pickup truck completely overturned in the opposite lane. As we slowed, I couldn’t breathe. I turned as we passed the accident, realizing that the entire driver and passenger sides were crumpled and disfigured. I couldn’t believe it.

Being young and in love with life, you hardly ever realize how much horrible shit can happen in the world, and to regular people. I’ve never been so close to such a brutal car accident.

The moral of this story being that every single moment of happiness should be embraced and shared with those around you. Why not do the things that move you and entertain the impossible ideas? The best way to grow is by experiencing all that you possibly can and learn about who you are and what makes you tick. You have to be happy with who you are–you can’t live forever wondering what other people think of you or how to fulfill somebody else’s ideals, only your own.
I hope whoever was in that accident survived, and in the event of death, I hope that there was happiness in their life.