I know you’re tired. So rest your weary soul and surrender the day. Drown in the misty glow of the moon. Inhale the sweetness of raindrops, exhale the sweetness of peace. Allow the twinkle of tiny stars to calm your mind and the warmth of summer wind to lull you into peaceful slumber. Like you, the world is tired, and like you, she’s still beautiful.
Some of us are compelled to wander, while others prefer the safety of familiar havens
I love to wander, explore, discover and be awed when I stumble across something new.
I’m a curious little beast. This quality might be the thing I love the most about myself.
Rarely a day goes by that I don’t wander towards something, turning corners, taking new paths or flipping over stones to see what I might find.
Its usually along these uncharted adventures that I find bits and pieces of myself.
If you’re tired of what’s going on in the world, confused about what you should do or say or believe, or support, or if you’re struggling or seeking purpose, get out of your own head for awhile. Go blaze a trail into uncharted territory and flip over a few rocks, you might find the bits and pieces of yourself that you’ve been missing.
The sun does not twinkle like the stars. A rose can not bloom into a buttercup. And, you can’t yell at a tulip and demand that it grow into a daffodil, (well you can, but you’re wasting your breath).
Some flowers bloom in the spring, some bloom in the summer. Some need a little rain, some need a lot. Every flower is a miracle, even the ones we call weeds and each one will bloom when it’s their time.
The most beautiful gardens are a blend of splendid colours, varying shapes and sizes and home to an interesting collection of birds, bees, bugs and little ponds filled with all sorts of fascinating life that happily coexist.
You and I are a part of this garden of 7.5 billion little creatures splashing around in different ponds, trying to coexist.
Perhaps, if we were a little more patient, more tolerant and a little more kind towards each other we could “happily” coexist.
So can we please appreciate our unique and beautiful differences and stop yelling at each other to be the same? It serves no purpose, because in the end, we can only bloom into who we’re meant to be.
Hey humanity, We’ve been in the mud long enough, It’s time to be brave, To find the courage to do what’s right, To fix what we’ve collectively broken, It’s time for each of us to do our part, It’s time to play nice, It’s time to grow-up.