Cry Out: Flowers

Among the roses lie the dying flowers, broken into pieces, searching for life.  The life has left them and all that is left are the wilted petals. So many layers to this flower but we only choose to see it as dying, we do not wish to pick this flower because it’s not “beautiful”. The flower cries out to be picked, cries out to be pretty too. Cry out flower, someone will hear you someone will replenish your roots with water. Someone will save you, if you are worth saving. Someone will heal you if you produce the scent that they want. Someone will pick you but should you be picked? Cry out until your tears make you grow again. Cry out until you bloom.

Finding Worth in the Middle of the Earth: 7.23.2017

I woke up this morning with a plan. Not necessarily a firm one or even one that can be achieved in one day but a plan nonetheless. I realized that in order to achieve this happiness that I’m after, it can’t be without some discourse. I mean who do I think I am? In life there has to be pain and I give advice like this to people all the time but never take it myself. Not necessarily knowing the direct path I should follow or even if this is a path I want to start but I am ready for the challenge either way. So many times in our lives we get soooo so caught up with the future and seeing our lives 5 or even 10 years from now. By doing that we are causing ourselves to not really enjoy the day or the present! I’m going to take it day by day….