There are really hard things in this life, in this world. Things that crumple me up and make me feel small. Things that weaken my knees and tighten my chest. There are things that squeeze out my words, but sound barely a peep. There are things that seem to go on forever. And I believe there are things that will remain deep down in my soul to stay, silently grieving way past when.
But some time ago I heard words, that for in one person hope and hurt can be. There doesn’t need to be a life living from one extreme to the next. There can be a life full of color, full of suffering and joy. Days spent twirling in minutes that pass through so many emotions, one’s mind can’t keep up. From sending a text, telling someone who cares, “I’m having a hard day, just beware”. To the next moment feeling free, unaware. Sometimes you can’t see what you have, those closest to you become taken for granted. It’s the small obtrusive bubbles that burst like sunflowers on a warm sunny day. Those bubbles wake me up to the happiness that exists, oh it’s out there! They are people on challenges to meet new faces, it is the smell of fresh coffee and comfort of rain. They are kind hello’s and talk to you later’s instead of farewells. They are speaking the truth no matter who cares. Because you care. And that is already enough. I wish I could bottle things up. Oh but you see, not in the scary way of not wanting to feel, but in the way that I wish experiences and memories could go on forever. Even the days, the hard days, where really hard things take place, are days that pass by and that the ticking of time keeps clicking. Don’t get me wrong, I love change and I love to see where it takes me and who it takes me to. But I wish I didn’t have to leave people behind. Because at the end of the day, there are really hard things, and those people are the ones who make getting through those really hard things seem quite alright.
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June 2021
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