A small bright dot. I see it in the sky. It's looking pretty, out there with all the other stars. I love the fact that even though they look so small, even one missing star means the constellation is incomplete. We are also like these stars. Sometimes, we may even feel worthless, n- egligible, inco- petent, eve- n half into oblivion. But the simple truth
Is that we are all an important part of the society, the world, the universe.
Just like the stars that look so tiny, we are actually big balls of burning ambition and desire, filled with potential beyond our imagination.
Even if we don't know it, without us, someone or something will always be incomplete.
You're more important than you realise. Trust yourself.
I crunched the fallen autumn leaves underneath my footsteps. The browns and oranges of the trees blended perfectly with the crimson sky.
I looked up wistfully to bid adieu to the setting flames of the sun.
This year has finally come to an end We had expected so much of this year, "A utopian year it will be, I'll achieve all of my dreams..." And went on with our resolutions, the new year euphoria and stuff.
But, well, it has been bit disappointing how it went. Hasn't it?
Those who suffered some loss, our had a hard time, we are all with you. We suffered too, and were always by your side.
Those who enjoyed themselves :P Hope you had a good time, trying out all the stuffs you had wanted to do, and we hope that you'll remember this not as time wasted, but as a wise utilisation of time.
And those who've achieved everything despite these troubles We salute you We salute your determination, hardships and sheer will. You are an inspiration to us all, how you managed all this without any excuses.
I guess it's time to leave this forest of reminiscence and reflection, for the snow has now started falling, as it covers the forest with its white.
I hope the sun rises again tomorrow, with new hope, and that the sweet springs of 2021 bring us happiness, luck and goodwill.
Everytime you think that everything is falling apart always remember that whenever there is a huge trouble arrives, your beloved people are there to protect you and whenever there is nobody beside you, your soul produces the present better version of yourself.
Everytime a negetive thought comes into my mind, I try to replace it like this way: ( In this new beginning I'll be happy to share the hidden meanings of those negetive words to my Mirakee Family )
Disabilities = Different Abilities Fear = Free like a bird in the air
Hopeless = Hope not for the less Weak = Wake up for the best
Failure = Fighting against my errors Sick = Seeking for not being seek
Mistakes = My version upgrades Hate = Hats off to congratulate
As we all know, END = Effort Never Dies And I want to greet myself like this everytime I fall.
*No more tears, no more pains I'll be happy if you all fulfill your dreams.
The sky melts in my hands and pours a soft lilac on my wounds, it doesn't hurt any less but for a moment the cold feels soothing. My skin feels lonely when the winds caress and carve memories on it just to fade away, like a stranger on the chaotic street.
I refuse to dance in the rain like I used to before cause I'm afraid I'll end up in a puddle of red. I keep myself from healing completely cause maybe the pain, the trauma is what defines me. In a garden full of roses all I see are the thorns, wild and serrated, ready to pierce all the vulnerable spots.
Sometimes we keep digging those wounds in hopes of holding onto something that was never meant to be, only hurting ourselves more and more; we bleed and we bleed till we run out of metaphors and rhymes to veil the hurting. Let them turn into scars, maybe. But sometimes, how much ever hard it is, it is better to accept so that you can let go. To hurt, to cry, to drown in the mess of a hurricane you created yourself is all you need, so that when you save yourself and take in the first breath of fresh air, you'll realise that all you need is a little faith, in yourself, to not just survive but live.
//The sky burned and there were ashes scattered everywhere, time went by and when the phoenix did not rise again they just assumed it was dead. Though it never mattered, what the world whispered or conspired; somewhere far away, the phoenix was slowly healing itself.//