The sounds were amazing,
the splashes were contagious,
the joy of the ones around me fueled the excitement inside me
The Trees danced and swayed,
they laughed and told secrets
the fairies flew from one flower at the foot of the trees to the other,
they carried treasures from the pollen and made more paint from them,
they painted little houses with the colors and they laughed through the winds,
…
Iron sharpens iron the same way people sharpen people. We can decide to create heaven. When we are seperated we naturally create hell. Do you want to ascend? Do you not know that we create what we see? We are connected for a reason. We can do it.
There is so much that is gained in perspective when you mature. The idea that everything is everyone's fault. That it has been programmed. That anything at all can be programmed. That seeing through it seems to be the fun in all of this the entire time. It feels so…strange…
I think about my dad and how he seems to not be very connected. Not connected enough to know what to do in majority of situations. Not connected enough to know what to say but connected enough to do the right thing every once in awhile. Broken people are broken…
