Count your blessings if you have someone who promises to walk into the sunset with you.
I walked into a room full of musical instruments; it was quiet. No sound. Much like life – if we don’t have the courage to pluck the strings, strum them or bow them, or drum a beat – there will be no music.
When I want to be in a different world, when I want to go back to my childhood, when I lack the company of friends, when I want to stay quiet, when I want to learn new things, when I want to lose myself, when I want to find myself, I read a book.
This one is a fabricated little story. There was a beautiful “lighthouse” that guided the ships when there were storms in the sea. There was a family – far, far away from the lighthouse. They didn’t live by the sea, but by a little lake. The lake didn’t have a lighthouse but the family needed help to get their boat back to the shore on some rough nights. They didn’t sit back and cry over the fact that they didn’t have a lighthouse to help. They didn’t curse fates or blame anyone. They built their own little lighthouse.
I promise I will stay alive, till I die. No matter what dies around me. No matter if all turns to dust around me. No matter if all I’m left with is ashes. I promise I will stay alive, till I die.
When you are the only Red in all that Green, don’t think that you need to merge in. Stay fiery.
Whenever at sea in life, just sail away. You will get where you need to be.
We are meant to come in all shapes and sizes. We are not meant to be perfect. We are not meant to be alike. We are all unique. Yet we are all beautiful. ❤️
We are all wired differently. In the same situation, some trees stay green, turn yellow, turn red or shed leaves and go bare. Like some of us cry, go quiet, stop trying, try harder or shut down. It’s alright. We all cast shadows, but the shadows aren’t bigger than us. Not all day long.
You can be a beautiful silhouette, even if the sun is setting.