Look At The Trees

I think that people deserve to feel every emotion that we know to exist. Feeling anger means at some point you've felt happiness. Feeling happiness means at some point you've experienced enough sadness to value your emotions. Understand how lucky you are in the time to feel it. Every tooth shown, every laugh heard, ever tear shed, every sob mourned... it all paints a beautiful picture of individuality and proof of existence. 

Take a step back. Take a breath. Look around you. What do you see?

When you're old, frail, feeling your 'precious' memories fade away, you will remember the trees, the way they swayed in the wind early in the morning when you took your kids to school or when you got up for work and looked out of the window to check the weather. 

You won't remember your weight, the colour of your hair, how big your nose was; you'll remember the jacket you used to wear every winter and the way it hugged your skin and kept you warm. You'll remember the scarf you got as a kid from your grandma that you wore throughout your youth. You'll remember the sound of your own laughter, the sound of your yelling, the sight of your tears in the mirror. You'll remember how green the grass got in spring and you will long to see it again as you sit immobile in a chair somewhere that wont matter to you.

You won't remember the words that one guy said to you, or the face those girls pulled when you walked past. You won't remember your mother yelling at you to clean your room, you wont remember the names of your children or husband but you will remember the song that used to play on the radio when you were 13. You will remember the way you used to dance when your knees didn't ache. 

You'll tell the same story over and over again about your young days when you'd go for a drive and listen to that one song you like, and you'll tell it again and again as if it happened the day before. 

And everyone will get old, everyone will remember different things, and tell a different story. Everyone is different. Everyone is individual. We don't all get to live till an old age, we don't all have people to talk about our youth to, but one thing we do have in common is that we are all different. 

We all deserve to be different.

We struggle enough having to do the same thing everyday just to get by, we might as well take our individuality and our ability to feel emotions and run with it. 

Run as far as we can till are knees get sore and our backs give out, our hair starts thinning and we cant see the path in front of us anymore.

Run till we have to sit down, and hold on to the story about the time you laughed so hard you peed your pants

Run till we have to sit down, and hold on to the story about the time we yelled so much our voice gave out.

Run till we have to climb the stairs of heaven.

Run till you can't.

Run till you have to sit down, and smile out the window at the green grass of the spring that could be the last sight you'll ever see.

Make it unique, make it beautiful

Don't dwell on things for too long. It's a happier time when you're older and a memory you thought you forgot or didn't even remember it existed swims up to the surface and you smile to yourself and close your eyes and remember.

Don't feel sad for the time lost, feel happy for the time spent.

Don't feel regret bout people who didn't stay or people who did, cherish the fact you had an option. A choice.

Cherish the individuality, the opportunity to be you. 

Cherish your story. 

Your laugh, your tears, your frown, your screams. Cherish them, because now you have reason to feel these emotions. You have an ability to understand them.

There will come a time where you wont have a reason to smile, or even to cry, or even to be mad. 

There will come a time where you'll lose the ability to regret, to cherish, to remember.

So hold on dearly to what you have, not what you want. 

Hold on dearly to who you have, dont think so much about who you had. 

Live life as you are.

You deserve that much.