Little girls should have big dreams. Always. Because all women are made up of little girls guiding them along the path they always wanted to walk on.
⁃ Notes for my daughter
Tag: life
People
People pass like time
Like running water
Like drafts of wind on a summer night
Like a wisps of smoke trailing heavenward
And all that’s left in their wake
is the fragrance of their presence
A distant memory of their touch
On your life
People pass like time
Like running water
Like drafts of wind on a summer night
Like a wisps of smoke trailing heavenward
People
Hold on to the people in your life
The ones who give you space to exist in theirs
You get to be part of a myriad of tales
And you live through a hundred different stories
Some of yours, some of theirs
Stillness
The hours rush by
And day turns to night
And night turns into day
And we exist
In a muddle of crowds, aspirations and emotions
Craving for a change
For time to still
For the day to dawn
For the storms to pass by
A grand tale
My love,
There is a grand story being written here
You won’t see the pattern in it’s ebb and flow
You won’t be able to guess at its ending
but you will walk the paths you have to walk
and as all good tales go,
one day you will find yourself standing on the last page
and as you live out your last breath
you will realise,
you have been staring at the ending all along
Content
And I guess,
I know what it is to be content.
It is to be full of love and light
To look into the eyes of a loved one
And see it reflected back at you
It is to laugh, loud and helplessly so
To be alone with a book that mirrors your soul
To walk on empty roads, not alone,
but with your presence at your side
To be away and yet at home
Letting Go
People pass like time
Like running water
Like drafts of wind on a summer night
Like a wisp of smoke trailing heavenward
And all that’s left in their wake
is the fragrance of their presence
A distant memory of their touch
On your life
People pass like time
Like running water
Like drafts of wind on a summer night
Like a wisps of smoke trailing heavenward
Intermission
Let’s run away
You, from your thoughts
Me, from myself
We all need a break sometimes
Nobody knows where we’ll go
And we’ll pretend we don’t know the rules
We will find, a home away from home
Paper Girl
She was the girl who survived,
the one who lived to tell the tale,
and was assumed the stronger for it.
Little did you know –
you could breathe life into a paper girl
but you could never make her real.
She would always be made of paper,
always susceptible to flames.
Decisions
Since young, I have been told to make the “right decisions”. And for the longest time, I have done just that. I would put my needs second to anybody else because that was the right thing to do. I would not argue with my parents because it was the right thing to do. I forced myself not to hold grudges because it was the right thing to do.
But there is a huge problem with making the right decision. The right decision is an arbitrary aggregate of the decisions of a group of individuals. What is considered right changes with our society, our culture, our religion and the company we keep. Making decisions based on what is right is essentially comparing it to the decisions of tons of other individuals and seeing if it matches. Why should we have to do that? Why should anybody else’s decision determine yours?
The only decision you should be focusing on is your own. If you had to make your decision, do it based on what feels good to you.
