Be brave. Be bold. Be YOU.
Enchanted and mysterious writing, sometimes I don’t even know, I just know
Be brave. Be bold. Be YOU.
Enchanted and mysterious writing, sometimes I don’t even know, I just know
Enchanted and mysterious writing, sometimes I don’t even know, I just know
Enchanted and mysterious writing, sometimes I don’t even know, I just know
Some of us, yes some of us wish to float away to the moon.
We think it’ll be easier than what life throws at us down below.
We think of what life could be up there among the stars and the galaxies.
We dream of shooting stars so we can have our wishes come true.
We dream of travelling in time, through the galaxies and past the sun on the other side of the world.
We dream of what life could look like above the clouds and in the sky.
As we dream, we forget about life below the clouds.
We forget the magic that appears within a rainbow in the sky.
We forget that some of us are selfless and ready to provide a stranger kindness.
We forget about the magic of memories, of past loved ones that pass their advice on through the generations.
We forget about the power of love, a love so strong that it expels us into oblivion.
We forget about the birds and the bees and the nature that was provided just for us.
So please, don’t let yourself float away to the moon, or you’ll miss the flowers under your feet that bloom.
One year it has been, it’s been one year since…
One year since I’ve seen your face, your devilish smile like you’re about to crack your next joke.
One year since I’ve been able to study the wrinkles and crinkles of your face.
One year since I’ve seen your eyes, the colour of blue like the clear blue ocean.
One year since I’ve heard your voice telling me to play your favourite song or hearing you ask how my day has been.
One year since I’ve heard one of your crazy stories about your younger years.
One year since I’ve been able to hug you or kiss your cheek.
One year since I’ve been able to hear your advice.
One year since I’ve been able to go on an adventure with you.
One year since I’ve seen you wave as I leave.
One year since I’ve been able to tell you that I love you daddy, that I miss you daddy.
One year.
365 days. 8760 hours. 525,600 minutes. 31,536,000 seconds.
One year too long without you near my dear.
Life deals us with the toughest lessons, but are they given to us because the creator above knows that we can handle them and some more?
Dark days seem so dark and seeing the light so very far away, makes us want to give up or give in. The darkness surrounds us that sometimes that light can’t be seen.
Your heart feels broken and you feel as though there will be no repair to this brokenness.
The tears shed, you start to wonder if you keep going you could contribute to the ocean.
Your feet feel as though you’ve walked a thousand miles, you feel so tired and just want to stop.
You feel like your drowning, trying to reach for the surface your hand reaches above your head but sometimes it feels impossible to reach that surface.
You feel pushed way past the point of breaking, you’ve been brought down to your knees and there is no end to this - or so you think.
You wonder if this is rock bottom, why had you fallen so hard on the ground.
But what happens when you reach that light? What happens when you reach the surface? What happens when you reach that destination? What happens when you reach rock bottom? Well the only way out is up.
You start to see colour, you notice the birds in the trees or flying in the sky.
You stop to smell the roses and take time to appreciate the gift of living that was given to you.
You observe those who surround you and wonder how deep they may be.
Your smile grows bigger and you appreciate the little things, the simple things.
The grass seems greener, the trees that whistle in the nature are as interesting as ever.
And the sky had never looked so blue as it does right now.
The tree covers over the seat that I sit on, there is a breeze that cools the skin from the sun.
The sun creeps over the seat from above slowly exposing your skin to the light.
Nature surrounds you, the birds fly up above.
The bees buzz on the tropical flowers beside you.
The ducks wander around the lake ahead, swimming and ducking their bodies into the the water edge.
The dragonflies hover over the water, flying along the water surface. I sit back and close my eyes and take in the sounds that surround me, the nature brings a peacefulness with the sights, smells and sounds.
I listen and hone in on the sounds that come to me, breathing easy in the fresh air of the outdoors. I start to feel sleepy, the nature sounds like a track for meditation or sleeping, I drift off into a daze with a smile upon my face, feeling truly at ease as the birds sound in the background.
Sitting by the lake in the middle of the botanical gardens, I can’t help but feel happy.
Happy to see the ducks as they swim around the water, diving under with their tails in the air.
The trees breeze with the wind slowly moving, the park bench where I sit is covered with a tree with ferns that cover the hot sun away.
The bushes with purple tips and orange flowers that are in the middle of the lake, shine bright with colour.
The greenery shrubs that sit by the edge of the water whisp with the wind.
The birds are sucking the nectar out of the red orange flowers as they drip below into the water.
The water ripples as the wind comes past.
There is a man on a stand up boat floating through the lake with tourists taking pictures of the nature that surrounds them
Yes I can’t help being happy in this bliss, this is what life is made of, the nature, the sun and beautiful weather that brings this beautiful day.
Are we truly unique, or are we mosaics of every person we’ve known?
We are all individuals and are made up of different pieces of a mosaic from past loved ones.
Each loved one that passes on, leaves a different pieces whether that is one piece or many pieces.
Within those pieces are the pieces we make for ourselves as we breeze through life.
We are kind, thoughtful and loyal, most are but some are not.
We are blessed with manners and some are not.
We are grateful, blessed and thankful for the opportunity to live within this life, some take this for granted but others live it up.
We each have individual qualities that make up our mosaic pieces into a whole picture or rather a story.
Some of us are writers, some of us are artists, some of us are good at sports - others are winners.
Some of us write poetry, some of us are doctors or nurses.
Some us are teachers, some of us are students.
Some of us are lawyers, some of us are professors.
Some of us are mathematicians, some of us can rewrite history.
We are all unique but if it not for past loved ones, we wouldn’t have a full mosaic.
Each individual is special and sees the world from a different perspective or angle rather.
That doesn’t mean we need to hate those who are different, we should accept each other as their own person.
My grandma always told me, a lot of things…
She told be to be kind, you never know whose day you’ll make by just being kind.
She told me never go to bed angry at someone you love, tomorrow is never promised.
She told me to be brave, to speak up for what is right.
She told me that silence is golden, some things are better left unspoken.
She told me to use my manners, that they’ll get me a long way.
She told me to never speak with a mouthful of food and that chewing with your mouth open was rude.
She told me to never allow someone to be in control of your happiness, only you control your own happiness.
She told me that it’s okay to not be okay and to not be afraid of telling those who you love.
She told me that life is a journey and only you control what is written in your future.
She told me that hate is a powerful word and it should be used sparingly.
She told me that love is blind, you do not need to see it, you can feel it if you really listen.
She told me to never miss a chance of telling someone that you love them, tomorrow they may be gone.
She told me that seeing wasn’t necessarily believing, there is alot of things that are hidden from the eye.
She told me that staring is rude unless you’re welcomed to.
She told me to respect my elders, they are full of wisdom and you never know what you can learn from them.
She told me to always pick up a book, knowledge is power.
She told me that being bored is just a state of mind.
She told me that my mind is a very powerful thing and I should use it wisely.
She told me not to lie and to be true to myself.
She told me that laughter is the best medicine.
Yes, my grandma always told me a lot of things, she was wise and always had something to teach me.
Although I didn’t understand them at the time and it took lessons to learn these things, I do understand them now and live by them each day.
She may be gone from this earth but she still lives within in, inside my heart.
What is like to be content?
It is having the peace of mind, rather a quiet mind where your thoughts are clear and not off the tracks.
It is being happy and with those who you love the most and hold close to you.
It is being free and not controlled by the people around you.
It is being there wherever you may be and feeling comfortable in the skin you wear.
So what is satisfaction?
Satisfaction is being satisfied with what you have, not needing anything else but the animals or people around you.
It is feeling satisfied whether that is by eating enough food to make you feel satisfied. Or doing a job you thought you once couldn’t do but now can.
Satisfaction and contentment, both have different meanings but they are similar to one another.
Being satisfied and content to be in your own company is what you need.
It’s not as easy as I say it is, I know but once you master these feelings and truly be content than you will be satisfied with what you have.
A man with a smile, a smile that hides his sorrows.
A man of bravery, not afraid or frightened to step up for what is right.
A man not afraid to cry, the tears slide down his cheeks and some are caught in his eye as he hears the words that are spoken so delicately to him.
A man of courage, courage to explore the unknown and the courage to walk away from the negative or toxic people that are or were within his life.
A man of kindness, giving to those who may not need it but walks away proud knowing that he helped someone that was in need.
A man of strength, not afraid to use his heart and not afraid to love freely and openly.
A man of pride, pride of which he is proud of, a son that he brought up and taught his ways, then watched as grew and served for his country.
A man with a story, a story that is intricate and golden with parts that bring sorrow.
You see, often we are mistaken by an appearance, but to me, that is where you meet the kindest and golden souls with hearts that live on their sleeves.
The scars on Our hearts, they tell the story, are you brave enough to take a minute and see what it’s all about?
Mistakes happen, we all make errors.
We often think of mistakes as something that should be outlawed.
Mistakes happen, humans are fallible but often, the best stories come from our errors.
They say to leave room for error but what does that mean?
It means that we are bound to make mistakes, it is natural and often times that is where we learn the most.
The toughest lessons are often the ones that leave the most bitter taste in our mouths.
But there is redemption.
Redemption to learn from your mistakes, whether that be putting in more ways to protect your peace or to fix what you did wrong.
Redemption to be better, not just the smartest in the class but to better yourself and fix those cracks.
Redemption to save yourself from damnation, to be proud of your errors that you one day will look upon and think, I survived because I had the courage to fix what was once broken.