who cares?

Life can be hard sometimes. But there are always pieces of it that will be beautiful.

I have come to discover that what makes it hard and beautiful are the people in it. the people that change you, form you, create you.

Sometimes I wonder why it is we care so much about what others think. Who cares? What does it really matter.



It doesn't. Only God matters.

So from now on His is the opinion I will listen too.

~ I know God won't give me anything I can't handle. I just wish He didn't trust me so much. Mother Theresa



Wordless Tuesday

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



Wishes

 

I wish for long lazy days.

 

I wish for sweet company.

 

 

I wish for beautiful words.

 

I wish for delicious apple cider.

 

I wish for a good book.

 

 

I wish for inspiration.

 

I wish for God's hands to hold me.

 

 

 

 

I wish for smiles.

 

I wish for musical melodies to ring in my ears.

 

 

 

 

 

I wish for beauty.

 

I wish for fairytales.

 

 

 

I wish for laughter.

 

I wish for serenity.

 



Live On

There are good days. And there are bad days.

Days when your heart sings. Days when it dies.

Life goes up and down like waves in the bays.

Sometimes nothing makes it right, no matter how anyone tries.

Yet, live on, my friend. Live on.


The lifewheel spins, strange, dancing.

Melodies drift by, a taste of brilliance.

Love floods our soul, unknown, entrancing,

Hearts sing in harmony, a distant alliance.

Yet, live on, my friend. Live on.


Mesmerizing, echoes of peace strain to be heard.

Tears, burning, stabbing, fall from the lost.

They stand from afar, watching, too feared.

Hope stirs in their breast, ignoring all cost.

Live on, they say. Live on.

The unveiling

Heart sick. Troubled. Yearning to understand the ways of the world.

People are weird. Strange. Bizarre.

I wish I could make sense of them.




Frodo: I wish the ring had never come to me. I wish none of this had happened.

Gandalf: So do all who live to see such times, but that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.

How true this is!!!





I float along on a fanciful wave. It goes up and down, rocking, a lullaby to my dreams.

It scares me. Sometimes, the wave rises higher than I wanted it to. It plummets back and the rises again.

I have to learn to ride it freely.









Who am I? I don't know. My mind tells me one thing, my heart another.

I wish I knew. I want to unveil myself to the world.

But the world doesn't care.

That's okay. I tell myself that over and over. Yet I only half believe it.

Why do I care?

I just don't know.