I love writing in most aspects. Recently, I have been struggling a bit to find topics to write about. The more I write, the harder it becomes to publish my work. I guess I am afraid, that I cannot write well enough.
Well, today I decided to get something done and this is what I got as a result.
It takes us to magical places. Sometimes it comes hard as a wave and wipes us off from our feet. Sometimes it lifts us up, when we are unable to do it ourselves. Sometimes it shakes our ground and sometimes it grows roses and rainbows right beneath our feet. Sometimes it shows us light and love, when others it darkens everything. Sometimes it seems, it does not care. Sometimes it treats us and buys us our favourite chocolate.
If you hold on to it when it’s time to move, it rips off your arm. If you stay low, while it wants rise up you fall behind. If you try to go against its current, it breaks your bones. If you do not open our eyes, you won’t see all the beauty in it.
You cannot buy its solicitude, because it gives its love when you least expect. You can never shut all the lights when it’s shining nor light up the sky when it wants to sleep.
You cannot talk to it, because it uses signs and senses. You can learn to understand it, but no one has the right alphabet. You interact with it everyday, even though most of the time you won’t even notice. For it, it does not matter, because you are just one of many. It is up to you how much you want from it.
It throws balls at you, which you may not even see. They are small and hidden well. Some of you notice them and occasionally pick them up. Some of you stumble over them. Some of you walk right past them, while some of you, try to collect them all.
It only gives us what we are ready to handle. It only takes, when it really needs. It may seem unfair and sometimes it is, but it never leaves unnoticed a good soul and an warm heart.
What is it?