Hold onto your childlike innocence tightly, like a treasure that irradiates your path with its pure light.. guiding you through the 'maze of maturity' with wonder and curiosity.
Love often presents itself along life's journey, yet sometimes, we fail to recognize and acknowledge its presence.
It's pitiable to be a perceptional miser. It's like holding onto a treasure chest of love but refusing to unlock its riches.
In the pursuit of our own narrow perceptions, we often overlook the abundance of love that surrounds us, missing out on life's most precious treasures.
One of the most profound choices we have is to sculpt the lens through which we experience our surroundings, the world. We can choose cynicism, a lens that dims the vibrancy of life, or we can choose wonder, a lens that magnifies the beauty in the ordinary. This choice shapes our reality... It's a choice we can revisit every morning, like opening the curtains to a new day.
Imagine colors as emotions leaping off the canvas. Our favorites become a reflection of the world we yearn to create around ourselves, or perhaps the hidden depths we carry within.
Silence ain't always revealing, it's deceptive too—it can convey truth by withholding words or mask deception by concealing intentions. A paradoxical aspect.. where absence speaks volumes, often revealing more than words ever could.
Poetry isn't for one day. . It's the souls calling.. echoing through time's labyrinth. It's the solace.. seekers find in the silence between lines. It's a sanctuary.. for hearts to wander and wonder. . No, poetry isn't for one day.