If there is one thing I wish I could go back in time and remind myself over and over again growing up, and to never feel ashamed about, is to take time for yourself. Take the time you need to reach the goals you have and do what you want with your life. If you don’t take the time when you’re right in the middle of figuring everything out, when will you ever have the time? If you keep putting off thinking about life, thinking about the big things, you’ll lose yourself in the small things.
And the thing about small things is – they make you feel small. They make you forget about the enormity of life and the absolute infinite expanse that is your destiny, your soul, your path. The small things box you in, cut you down, until you no longer remember what it was like to stand tall anymore.
Stand tall. Reach higher. Think big. Take time.
growing up, I used to think that destiny was like branches on a tree
there was no set path, no set-in-stone direction that your life would take
instead, you make decisions or reactions
that shape the way your branch weaves and bends
sometimes your branch breaks off onto a longer path
sometimes a shorter one
every “no,” every “yes,” gave growth to another split in the branch
reaching, reaching, twisting for the next move
trying to get higher and higher
there is no right or wrong way for a branch to look
it just grows
and so we make our decisions, shape our lives like a big strong oak
my only question was:
how far will my branch grow?
I must be learning the a b c’s again.
Baby steps to figure out what love is like.
A – a kiss. How do you kiss someone you feel no emotional connection to? Not like you.
B – boy. A different one every so often, they come and go. None make me feel as you did.
C – cupid. Suddenly hit. Not sure if I am ready for this – again.
Who is playing with my heartstrings?
it’s been too long
i’ve been thinking about you
do you think about me
as often as I dream of you?
time has passed
but you’re stuck in my head
as if you’ll never leave
hopefully I’ll move on instead
it’s been too long
me thinking about you
and pretty sure
with me, you’ll have nothing to do.
sat in bed with a cat on my lap
reading a book – or deciding whether to nap
alone in my room, just me and the cat
calm and quiet, nothing can compete with that.
as the years pass, I wonder and ask
if anyone in life will be up to the task
of standing next to me, for all to see
a relationship – a “you and me”
after many nights
a few good fights
we’ve arrived where we’re at
next to you
sat in bed with a cat in my lap