You wake up every morning, amidst news of war, and
heartache, and crime and broken souls, but you make that decision to go on
living, fighting the odds believing that for every pain, there is a kiss to
heal the wound, good to balance the bad, a warrior in little ways.
Don’t you see how brave you are ?
Eyes that see beauty, thoughts for all the others around
you. Hands always willing to help, and feet ready for new adventures.
Don’t you see how beautiful you are ?
The pitter patter of rain, the earthy smell as it envelopes
you on a cool day. Fresh vivid blossoms of spring, and crunchy toasty air of
autumn. Hot coffee on a cold blistery morning. The touch of a loved one, the
tender brush of a whispered word of affection.
Don’t you see how alive you are?
“She smiled and said with an ecstatic air: "It shines like a little diamond","What does?""This moment. It is round, it hangs in empty space like a little diamond; I am eternal.” - Jeal-Paul Sartre
- Inner Voice
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