itâs such a strange thing. bypassed by your eyes so many times because you were simply too busy. we have a new painting in the sky every single day, but we take it for granted. sometimes when iâm having a bad day i take a long walk and start to feel so tiny as i look up. a drop of rain, a strong breeze, a cloudy day, the overwhelming beauty of the sun and the echo of the stars that falls onto my skin, oh, stardust. arenât we made from the very stuff that we wish upon?
i know that weâre easily distracted, but when you remind me to love myself and i forgetâ iâve been trying to do more instead of try. change comes hard when weâre not paying attention, the world is yours, but only if you have the courage to reach out and grab it. to all of the people who messages us when weâre too occupied to even reply. or maybe because youâre too tired. or maybe because youâre spiritually worn out. they wear their hearts on their sleeves for you, they love enough for you. your love? we see it. thank you for your attention.
when itâs cold, we want summer to come back. when itâs summer time and the leather seats burn a little, why canât it be just right? so when spring comes around. iâll pick the right flowers and remember that growing starts from within. i want to complain less and to just be in the moment. the icy weather will still be there. the flaring sun will still be there. i want to be more than just a few words on a screen, so hereâs my positive energy being sent your way. i know that things havenât been going your way and sometimes weâre a little fed up and ready to quit. i want to be like the vibrant gardens growing during springâ find me where all of the colors begin and where all of the bitterness ends. i have been struggling to understand myself as a person, but iâm slowly starting to realize that there isnât a perfect moment to become more like who you want to be.
you have to start right now. in this moment. while youâre reading this. while youâre crying over him. while youâre hurting over her. while youâre trying to suppress pain instead of letting go of it and forgiving. a friend of mine once said to me that hate is just as strong as love. so if you hate someone, youâre sending a strong energy to them. if you donât want to breathe anymore life into them and truly want to sever out the negativity and painâ write it all down on a piece of paper and burn it. let that be your final act of hurting agony and just float away like a leaf that was ready to fall to let a new one grow in its place. i now understand the phrase turn over a new leaf. how can you ever expect to be better than yesterday if youâre not ready to give tomorrow a brand new fighting chance? humans are such tragic and flexible beings. maybe this piece of writing will help someone. maybe it wonât.
regardless of what it does, just know this:
youâre never going to be truly happy until you look inside of your pain and ask it if itâs ready to properly heal. how can stop the bleeding, if you donât even know where the cut is?
and on that note; i love you, always.
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