The past few evenings I have found myself sat outside in my garden as the darkness fell over me, like a soft blanket over a sleeping child. It has provided me with such comfort. The sky is the same for all of us; we all watch the same moon awaken amongst the stars each night.
I've been feeling very philosophical, reminiscent, thankful for everything, I have been dealt many cards on this earth, had many challenges. But I have survived them, I'm still here. In some moments it is an uphill battle, filled with pain, tears and heartache. I survived. I can tell my story, and hear others. Share tales of enormity.
Each star holds a story; each light has a meaning. Even the darkening skies have meaning, for without them the stars could never shine bright enough. That's what I always forget; the dusk is only there to show us our own strength.
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