These are my kind of people: quiet ones flourishing inside their heads, leading purposeful lives, moderate in their eating & dressing, engaged in finding solutions than whining about problems, trustworthy & honest, simpletons, imaginative, humorous, easy to get along with, cheerful, effective communicators, daring, caring, passionate ones having a zest for life, vibrant ones full of energy, admirers of art, aspirants of spirituality and esotericism and finally the dreamers, the doers...
You are becoming something so beautiful, my darling, this is your spring and you have only to open your petals to grasp the sun and the water of love as this is your moment to allow yourself to bloom the way you have always been meant to.
-J.Wool, Your Spring
Te estás convirtiendo en algo tan hermoso, querida mía, esta es tu primavera y sólo tienes que abrir tus pétalos para captar el sol y el agua del amor, ya que este es tu momento para permitirte florecer como siempre has estado destinado a hacerlo.
And if I want it to be you, it will be you… and no one can deny me that. In the end, reality is what everyone keeps in their own bubble. No one goes out and no one enters it, only our illusions and desires… nothing else. We live in our own world, alien to life, although it seems to be part of it. Nobody knows us, sometimes not even ourselves.
Y si quiero que seas tú, serás tú… y nadie podrá negármelo. Al final, la realidad es lo que cada uno guarda en su propia burbuja. Nadie sale y nadie entra en ella, sólo nuestras ilusiones y querencias… nada más. Vivimos en nuestro propio mundo ajeno a la vida, aunque parezca que es parte de ella. Nadie nos conoce, a veces ni nosotros mismos.
You've become so accustomed to yourself that sometimes you forget your own worth. Days blend into each other, making everything seem ordinary – from your appearance to the way you express yourself and understand the world. But it's those moments when someone reminds you of your uniqueness – your beauty, your kindness, your intelligence – that truly warm your heart. Hearing these affirmations from others helps you see the beauty in yourself. However, not everyone sees you the way you do. Some may not appreciate your light, and instead, they may cast shadows of envy or doubt. It's easy to get caught up in comparing yourself to others, but remember, you're on your own journey. Take a moment to reflect on the little things that make you special. Your presence in this world is more meaningful than you realize – it's like discovering magic in the ordinary.
-Sparkandashes
It's ok to admit life's been tough. Remember this though; even the most well off, happiest person you've ever heard of has trauma and turmoil to live with and overcome.
Never compare yourself to others, or any person to another.
Compassion for yourself and all living beings is the surest way to calm peace.
As challenging as life can be, the moments of beauty will always arrive with more healing and awe if we are patient in our compassion.
Too many people selfishly take hearts into their own hands and they fail to protect them, too many people grow comfortable and complacent they loose sight of what they have. They take and take and they rarely think about what they are giving.
Please if you love someone stand-up for that, Be honest with them. choose them every single day
and if you can’t or if things change let them go, let them go because if they love you deeply they will not have it within them to stop trying, they will not be able to walk away for it is a fatal flaw in people who love within everything they have. They must be set free, Don’t keep someone around only to love them in halves, they are better off giving their love to someone who has room within their chest to accept it and you are better of figuring out what your heart desires before you try to open it to someone who will never stop trying to give up the world.
When I was born all I was taught, by my parents, by society, took who I was and dropped me where they thought I belonged. Then one day I woke up, looked at my surroundings, and found them not to my liking, so I began the journey back to myself.
I believe in the totality of my being so I will write the entirety of its existence. The tides of light and darkness, the pains and the joys, the small things like the flutters of a butterfly in my heart and the tornadoes that raze the ground, the soft things like sunrise clouds in the soul and the sharp glass knives that harvest my blood.
May my hands always pulse with the truth of my soul and make it a song for the pages, for the ages so I may grow old and remember what I once felt, what I once was.