There’s only one way to live: to accept life as a beautiful gift and to treat every day as a miraculous wrapper; not to wake up with a burden on your shoulders, thinking life is too long.
Beauty can only be appreciated in peace. True, complete, inner peace. A miracle in itself? It takes time to achieve peace, serenity, acceptance- as long as it takes to accept yourself for who you are, without external clouded judgments or false, unnecessary endorsements.
It’s hard, but I am writing this to make it less so. I know a positive thought when I see one and if I write it down, maybe, just maybe it will turn into a bee instead of a butterfly, and maybe sweet honey will eventually drip my way. The alternative is a short- lived dead end, disastrous, desperate, and pointless.
There’s no reason to go back and explaining why or why not.
And you only live once, you are not born wise and sometimes revelation strikes when you are old and when it’s too late to plan anew. Precious little moments of creativity and inspiration, that’s why I am writing, because that’s how I save myself some time.
You see, I’d like to reconstruct my life. This is how some things should be: accepting, but also changing to the best of my ability.
becomes the keyword. And there’s a major change, for sure. ME-