I don’t quite know how else to put it. Often I’ll feel so sure of what I am doing day to day, but then at the same time I feel completely disoriented by the life I am living.
It’s as if things are happening, and I have no idea why. I thought I did, but I don’t. And each time I think I figured it out, I am soon proven wrong once again.
I long to fall in love with you over and over again, each time for a new reason.
Loving you would be such a wonderful adventure full of discovery; For hidden in you lies an unlimited supply of beautiful reasons, just waiting to be found.
In my life time I would try and fail to uncover even half of them, but if you were to let me, I would never cease to try and seek out each and every one.
You who I love, though I may not know you.
You who tires endlessly for the faintest smile to appear on her beautiful lips.
You who drifts off to sleep each night, searching for a dream, and awakes each day without.
You whose passionate furnaces burn red hot with the drive to persevere.
And you, who’s aching feet would be worn thin, if calculated thoughts were steps along a mountain pass.
You who begins with one, when faced with infinite.
You whose bed offers hidden refuge from the grueling weight of the thoughts that live in your mind.
You who loves the world for how it beautiful it is, despite how you really see it.
And You, who’s cheeks drip with dry tears, and whose emotions once again outlast your ability to freely express them.
For you are a man, a woman, a human,
a soul within a flesh and blood creature, whose weakness is not that it needs to rest, but that resting seems to be a weakness.
For not all things must be a struggle.
Not all things are a battle with gritted teeth.
But many things often become such things.
So rest now.
You, who is recklessly brave enough to take one more step into the unknown of tomorrow.
For you are loved.
There are many things in life I will never do. The good thing is, that there are even more things in life that I will do. I am pretty late to Tumblr. But lets call it fashionably late.
To start this off, I’m going to post a poem that is a favorite of mine. I truly doubt that this page will stay anywhere near as uplifting as this poem.
“Even after all this time the sun never says to the earth, ‘You owe me’. Look what happens with a love like that. It lights the whole world.” - Hafiz