I lived my own renditions of these stories molding my interests and desires into existence on a small patch of grass neighboring the edge of a vast and endless valley tipped at the edge of a forest; inviting yet scary.
Understanding in the moment.
May you reflect and remember the lessons you may have learned from before while appreciating the ahead to come.
Wishes and Memories
Sometimes my mind can't help but swirl, and I just fall.
What writing means to you: A birthday collaboration.
So without further preamble, I give you this special post. What writing means to you: A collaboration.
Conversations with myself.
Me: Acceptance and reflection, this a space of nothing, but it is mine to understand. I do not fear myself. I fear not recognizing the way I exist. Time is one thing on my side and in this, I know how to remember. I know how to accept and I am learning how to reflect.
But I don't regret. I have seen things that most will never experience.
Hobbying for hobby’s sake.
Don't figure out what you want to be or what you want to do. Start smaller. Start with the simple things.
I dream a dream.
But I'll wake up, won't I? Or perhaps I already am awake? Living the life of a dream I can't remember.
Teaching myself happiness.
You let that feeling seep down into your bones and shiver as you your body gets ready for the next time, the next ride, the next drop of happiness.
I remember moments I've had where spats of melancholy have come and gone, nothing as harsh as true sadness, but days, just days, sometimes hours where it's hard to go through the motions, and I empathized with the character.