I used to be worried about everything. Things that seemed meaningful were actually meaningless. I am worried about life. I'm worried about what would happen if I let myself feel again. I thought I didn't deserve to. Then... without really knowing, I changed.
I wasn't worried about what would happen if I lived, I was worried about what would happen if I didn't, what I would miss. I'm worried about not remembering, not remembering all of the moments, all of the places . And that's because of Finch. Because he taught me to wander. He taught me that you don't have to climb a mountain to stand on top of the world, that even the ugliest of places can be beautiful as long as you take the time to look, that it's ok to get lost as long as you find your way back.
But in learning all of that I miss seeing something more important, seeing Finch. I missed that he was in pain. I missed that he was teaching me all along how to move on. Finch was a dreamer. He dreamt while he was awake. He dreamt all the beauty in the world, then he made it come to life. Finch taught me that there is beauty in the most unexpected places, and that there are bright places even in dark times. And that if there isn't, you can be that bright place, with infinite capacities.
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