When I was a child I grew up with a beautiful garden that belonged to my grandmother. When I was still little she had planted a magnolia tree to replace another that was knocked down by a wind storm. Ever since Grandma planted Magnolia that tree seemed to have an attitude all her own. I would watch her grow as the years went by and as she did she commanded the attention from whoever saw our garden. She had a graceful build and her branches would gently curved an reach out for the sun.
In a way you could say that we grew up together, over the years we both grew taller and matured. Though of course Magnolia kept growing much taller than me. Still, she was just as much a part of my life growing up as anything else and from her came an important lesson.
Magnolia made herself the grand attraction of our garden, and each spring she would make the best of it. She would bloom for a short time every year when the weather was just right. And for a couple of weeks she would stand proudly as a dazzling explosion of white and pink. All her flowers would be on display for all to see and admire. In a way it was like she was being a ham and putting on a grandiose show. But that was perfectly fitting for Magnolia.
She would have buds on her branches for most of the year, through the searing heat of the summer and the bitter cold of the winter. I would remember noticing this as I grew older and it made me wonder just how much patience and work would go into that yearly show. And even when it was over when her flowers began to wilt she would still make a spectacle of it. The panels of her flowers would rain down all over the garden and would be often carried by the wind. The showering of flower petals would often last for days and was just as beautiful as when they were in bloom.
As the years went on Magnolia was the reigning star of the garden but that didn’t mean that she was loved by everyone. My uncle fancied himself a bit of a gardener and decided to help out his mother with the garden as a surprise. We came home that day only to find her garden completely butchered. Just because uncle thought he was a good gardener didn’t mean it was true. Out of all the carnage the most heartbreaking sight was finding Magnolia. All that was left was a bare trunk with stumps where her branches used to be.
She was ruined to the point of no return. The grandiose ham that was Magnolia was no more.
Of course that isn't really the end of the story. Magnolia was amazingly stubborn and she never missed her deadline to bloom. From the stumps that were once her branches grew scrawny spindly twigs and on those twigs were flower buds. Magnolia was still alive and determined to survive. Her grand blooming show that year wasn’t as glorious, but it did show her tenacity.
She was ruined but she slowly struggled to rebuild herself. It took her a long time to recover and regrow but when she did she became taller and grander than ever before. Today she still stands proud, a monument of determination and will. Her branches gently curve and sway as she gracefully reaches to the sun. And each year she still blooms and puts on a grand show.
I can safely say today that I have learned a valuable lesson from Magnolia. I have watched her go from glory to ruin, only to come back again from it. She who had grown up with me and struck with what was a tragedy. While our lives are different I think the message is still the same. Pain and tragedy is inevitable, it can hit the best of us no matter how glorious we stand. But the real test comes from what we do after. We can lie down and die or we can get up and rebuild ourselves stronger.
Thank you Magnolia, my silent friend. No matter what hits me in life I’ll remember how you persevered and I will strive to do the same.
-The End-
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I have never trusted my wishes to a star.
For stars are so tiny from being so very far.
A star does not know me or the world that I live.
So why should I trust one with a wish I wish to give?
Instead I send them to Grandfather Moon.
Who is the traveler of the night and king of the loons.
He ushers in night's blanket as our sun travels far into the West.
He watches over dreams and clever ideas as the world below goes to rest.
Silvery and mysterious his worn face captivates many who would dream.
Those who would dare to question if the world was more than it would seem.
-o-o-
Dear grandfather moon I ask of thee.
Take my wish over the lands and across the sea.
To a places where I have yet to tread.
Where my loved ones watch the night sky from their bed.
Grant them good dreams and protection in the night.
Ward away those that seek to give them fright.
Let their dreams drift with you into a world of mystery and wonder.
May the bringers of their nightmares be torn asunder.
Grant them safety and lead them to the passageway.
To the start of a brand new day.
Where yesterdays missteps and mistakes are a memory distant.
Where the choice to start anew is there even if fate tries to be resistant.
-o-o-
Good night dear Grandfather Moon.
Sleep is coming for me all too soon.
As you make your nightly journey across the sky.
I close my eyes and give a soft sigh.
It is my time to go to the land of dreams.
To be with my loved ones in a world that is more than it seems.
And should I find that I cannot wake.
I will find myself in a new journey to take.
Over the lands and across the sea.
Where my loved ones are waiting for me.
To a places where I have yet to tread.
Amongst the stars of the night sky far away from my bed.
I will walk with Grandfather Moon.
Traveler of the night and the king of the loons.
-o-o-
We have all been there you know, that dark place of despair. When your body feels as though it is made of rock and it almost hurts to move, when the things that once made you happy can't cheer you up anymore, or even make you angry, you know you are there. I can tell you from experience that it is a place in your heart that can devour you from the inside out, leaving behind nothing more than a shell of who you were. It is a terrifying thing to face alone.
But let me tell you something...You are not alone. We've all been there, in some form or another. You are not the only one that has these feelings of sadness. When the world seems to be against you, please remember that, there are others fighting the same battle as you. When you feel trapped in sadness, when you cry, it is not a sign of weakness, it is a sign that you have feelings and that you are alive. You are human, and there is nothing wrong with that.
Sometimes you have to breakdown and let it all out, it is not a sign of being weak, it is a sign that you need to have a fresh start. Allow yourself a good cry, let out all the bad and the troubles that are your shoulders. And when you are done, take time to rebuild yourself after that and remember, you are not weak, for you are not alone. You'll find that you've become stronger.
When times are at their darkest, remember that you are not alone and you are loved. Maybe in ways you don't see or by people you simply don't realize. Friends share a form of love with you; "friendship" in itself is just another word for love. Family is with you from the beginning and are the people that will be with you through thick and thin. However, sometimes "family" comes in more forms than you would think. They may be around you and you might not even realize it, or maybe perhaps you simply did not want to see it. For despair and sadness tend to blind us from what is important in our lives.
If you still feel that you are alone and that no one would care or miss you were you to disappear off the face of the world; then let me tell you what I wish people would have told me. "I care, I'd miss you if you were gone, and most importantly, I love you."
-o-o-o-
I had wanted to write this one for a while, but I'm still nervous about it. I want to write my own work more often, but I get a little afraid sometimes. Either way, I hope that you will enjoy this story.
Original Pasta: http://fav.me/d8c3dnr
Music Featured:
"Dead Island Trailer Cover" by Myuuji
You can find his channel here: http://www.youtube.com/user/myuuji
"Danse Morialta" Kevin MacLeod (incompetech.com)
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"Sheep May Safely Graze - BWV 208" Kevin MacLeod (incompetech.com)
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"Dead Island Trailer Cover" by Myuuji
You can find his channel here: http://www.youtube.com/user/myuuji
"Danse Morialta" Kevin MacLeod (incompetech.com)
Licensed under Creative Commons: By Attribution 3.0
http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/3.0/
"Sheep May Safely Graze - BWV 208" Kevin MacLeod (incompetech.com)
Licensed under Creative Commons: By Attribution 3.0
http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/3.0/
I had wanted to write this one for a while, but I'm still nervous about it. I want to write my own work more often, but I get a little afraid sometimes. Either way, I hope that you will enjoy this story.
Original Pasta: http://fav.me/d8c3dnr
Music Featured:
"Dead Island Trailer Cover" by Myuuji
You can find his channel here.
"Danse Morialta" Kevin MacLeod (incompetech.com)
Licensed under Creative Commons: By Attribution 3.0
http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/3.0/
"Sheep May Safely Graze - BWV 208" Kevin MacLeod (incompetech.com)
Licensed under Creative Commons: By Attribution 3.0
http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/3.0/
