Wings of Film and Memory

One day, you said, you will grow wings —
A chemical reaction, death, and freedom.
And life will hit you hard — harder than you can hit back —
But it’s how hard you can get hit, and keep moving forward.
That’s how winning is done.

Some days, life tastes like a box of chocolates — bittersweet and unknown.
Other days, it is a wrench you must dodge, or a bird you must become.
Just keep swimming.

You feel like you have no big meaning, no purpose.
But even a tree that’s not perfect just needs a little love.

Kindness has no boundaries.
Kindness is why you are still here.

To see behind walls, to draw closer — that is the purpose of life.
It’s okay that beginnings are scary and endings are sad;
It’s the middle that counts the most.

Your heart may feel broken, but it keeps beating just the same.
Happiness is only real when shared.
And love is like the wind — unseen, but felt in every breath.

Yes, sometimes you will sit on a throne of lies.
Sometimes you will feel like a spider monkey.
Sometimes you will dodge, laugh, cry, and look around to not miss life as it flies past.

And oh — you will fall in love, even when it hurts.
Even when the person feels like home,
Or when you wish you knew how to quit them.
You will remember the million tiny things that tell you: you were meant to be here.
You are perfect to someone.

If you look for it, love is actually all around.
Sometimes in a snowy night, sometimes in a friend,
Sometimes in the courage to face another day.

Carpe diem — seize it,
Even if all you can seize is this small, trembling moment.
And if you’re worried and you can’t sleep,
Count your blessings instead of sheep.

You are still here.
You are kind. You are smart. You are important.
You are not alone.
And sometimes, the very things that hold you down will lift you up.

One day, you may yet grow wings.
But today — today you are here.
And that is enough.

by Onnaya