Oh, Petals. Some days just begin worn-out, fatigued, don’t they? Some days the world is lucky we get out of bed, get dressed, find a comb.
But you know what? The world IS lucky. the world IS lucky that you’ve decided to find space here. I know you’ll forget. We all do. It’s the boulder we shoulder every day of our lives. Some days it’s a Styrofoam stage prop, some days it’s a granite shell surrounding a lead heart. This is the nature of the journey.
That’s the key, though, isn’t it? A journey. By definition, it means we’ll move on. Even in the dark, even blindfolded, even injured. Remember–the scenery changes. And sometimes it’s okay just to breathe until it does.