I'm a crier too, for sure. I've always been one to let it out when I'm frustrated or overwhelmed or angry, not simply sad. And reading this poem filled me with a measure of joy, that you are learning to come to terms with it, and even find beauty in your emotions. Our emotions ARE beautiful, and nothing to be afraid of! I still struggle with a small degree of (unwarranted) shame for my tears, and this is inspiring: I could really learn something from your outlook.
Time is always a funny thing... I often get stuck up on the fact that with each year that passes, that year takes up a smaller percentage of our lives, and therefor feels shorter and shorter to us. But I really feel you in your second line. Time continues to rage on, and there is a neverending list of menial tasks that must be performed before we can move on to the things we love to do. If only it could all slow down, if only for a moment.
Your atmospheric details really set the scene! I don't know what your characters looks like, but I could picture the figures in this setting, and it was lovely. For a moment I thought Sun was a personification of the sun (until I saw "sun" lowercase at the end), which was an interesting way to read this!
If we try hard enough, we can all find something to be grateful for: time spent with our slobbering, furry friends, the food in our pantries, those little silver-lining moments like the first sip of hot coffee on a chilly day. But letting ourselves swell with gratitude for our loved ones is an entirely different experience. It's heartwarming to read about you being shaped by the kindness of another, and I hope they read this soon and learn about the place they hold in your heart. (P.S. I think they will, because this piece has been chosen for an upcoming feature on vtdigger.org, set to be posted in their Life & Culture section on Sunday, 1/28! I'll message you later on to remind you!)
I could feel the love emanating from this! And what better backdrop than the night sky? There's something about a starlit evening that has the ability to draw you closer to people, fills you all with wonder in a way you rarely feel in the daylight. There's an aura to this poem that lingers.
This is remarkably sweet! I was so hoping this would not take some kind of dark turn. Did this come from some kind of dream you once had? It has that sort of quality.
"Determination is the best tool to change how we live." How right you are! Words of wisdom here. If you lead with that foot in life, you will go long distances.
I'm willing to bet you tried harder than you realize... It's so easy to look back and tell ourselves we could have done so much more, achieved such high heights if only we'd applied ourselves, but the truth is, most of us are doing the best we can at the time. Believe in that about yourself!
And hey, second place is a wonderful place to be! Did you know Olympic athletes who place second feel a greater sense of dissatisfaction than those who place third? It's because second place is SO CLOSE to first, but those in third place are just so proud of themselves for having placed at all, having tried and accomplished anything at all. I try to remember that wonderful "third-place mindset" when I fall into the trap of comparing myself to others.
Woah -- it took me a minute to realize a couple of these were likely light-wrapped trees? The way they spiral out, so beautiful. Purely celestial. Wish I could have seen this show, or procession, or whatever it was!
I'm a crier too, for sure. I've always been one to let it out when I'm frustrated or overwhelmed or angry, not simply sad. And reading this poem filled me with a measure of joy, that you are learning to come to terms with it, and even find beauty in your emotions. Our emotions ARE beautiful, and nothing to be afraid of! I still struggle with a small degree of (unwarranted) shame for my tears, and this is inspiring: I could really learn something from your outlook.
Time is always a funny thing... I often get stuck up on the fact that with each year that passes, that year takes up a smaller percentage of our lives, and therefor feels shorter and shorter to us. But I really feel you in your second line. Time continues to rage on, and there is a neverending list of menial tasks that must be performed before we can move on to the things we love to do. If only it could all slow down, if only for a moment.
Your atmospheric details really set the scene! I don't know what your characters looks like, but I could picture the figures in this setting, and it was lovely. For a moment I thought Sun was a personification of the sun (until I saw "sun" lowercase at the end), which was an interesting way to read this!
If we try hard enough, we can all find something to be grateful for: time spent with our slobbering, furry friends, the food in our pantries, those little silver-lining moments like the first sip of hot coffee on a chilly day. But letting ourselves swell with gratitude for our loved ones is an entirely different experience. It's heartwarming to read about you being shaped by the kindness of another, and I hope they read this soon and learn about the place they hold in your heart. (P.S. I think they will, because this piece has been chosen for an upcoming feature on vtdigger.org, set to be posted in their Life & Culture section on Sunday, 1/28! I'll message you later on to remind you!)
I could feel the love emanating from this! And what better backdrop than the night sky? There's something about a starlit evening that has the ability to draw you closer to people, fills you all with wonder in a way you rarely feel in the daylight. There's an aura to this poem that lingers.
This is remarkably sweet! I was so hoping this would not take some kind of dark turn. Did this come from some kind of dream you once had? It has that sort of quality.
"Determination is the best tool to change how we live." How right you are! Words of wisdom here. If you lead with that foot in life, you will go long distances.
I'm willing to bet you tried harder than you realize... It's so easy to look back and tell ourselves we could have done so much more, achieved such high heights if only we'd applied ourselves, but the truth is, most of us are doing the best we can at the time. Believe in that about yourself!
And hey, second place is a wonderful place to be! Did you know Olympic athletes who place second feel a greater sense of dissatisfaction than those who place third? It's because second place is SO CLOSE to first, but those in third place are just so proud of themselves for having placed at all, having tried and accomplished anything at all. I try to remember that wonderful "third-place mindset" when I fall into the trap of comparing myself to others.
Woah -- it took me a minute to realize a couple of these were likely light-wrapped trees? The way they spiral out, so beautiful. Purely celestial. Wish I could have seen this show, or procession, or whatever it was!
I really love this poem! Is this based on something or did this story just come to you?