The tragedy of a man is what dies within him while he still lives.
I don’t remember who said it.
But it’s terrifyingly true.
The loss of innocence.
The pain of loss.
The tragedy of pain.
Perhaps the worst death is that which kills the spark within you while you still live.
Maybe it’s not dead,maybe it’s hidden,under the things you gave importance to. Things that didn’t deserve a second glance. People do.
Do you know what it is to miss memories so much it physically hurts?
The sting of something that gives you perfect happiness dancing tantalizingly just out of reach?
I think everyone has at some point in life.
There was a daily prompt a few days back…it asked if someone read your blog what would be their one experience.
It would be comfort.
If I’m fortunate it’ll be hope.
But I wish that everyone who stumbles upon this piece of my world finds something they can relate to.
To feel better,to realize there’s others out exactly like you in some ways, others maybe not so much.
I ask that you dream,even if no one believes in you.
That you think,somehow you understand that being happy with yourself is all that matters.
I ask that you let go of anyone that pulls you down, but with dignity and poise.
There is no time,beloved kindred, when manners do not matter.
I ask that you remember that fairytales are not to tell children that dragons exist. Children already know dragons exist. Fairytales exist to tell us that dragons can be tamed. And even monsters are soft and huggy.
I know today’s a bad day.
I promise tomorrow we’ll do better.
We’ll hurt a little less, smile a little more.
And if we’re lucky we’ll dance.