August 15, 2012
I have long forgotten where I found the following writing, or who wrote the original. It sits in a frame on the windowsill in my office, for the most part ignored. I remember changing some of the wording, and shortening it, but this maintains the essence.
When I read it yesterday it seemed like an especially timely and poignant reminder for me. That life is short, that I am enough, and that every time I push myself beyond my comfort zone in support of what is meaningful to me, I am rewarded with color and vibrancy and richness beyond my wildest imaginings.
After a while you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul.
You begin to understand that love doesn’t mean leaning, kisses aren’t promises, and company doesn’t mean security.
You begin to accept your defeats with your head up and your eyes open, with the grace of an adult.
You learn to build all your roads on today because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans.
And finally, you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much.
So plant your own garden and decorate your own soul, instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
From that you will learn that you really can handle it, that you really are strong, and you really do have worth.
If this resonates for you please leave a comment and share your thoughts.
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