There's a longing in our hearts that takes us to places. It takes us to our dreams. Somehow, someday, our heart rips through our thoughts, our mind and stands out in a way that's impossible to avoid. Because quite honestly, it's been quiet for way too long. We have been ignoring it for way too long. The heart guides us to our purpose - the reason we were brought into this world. There's a power in our heart that cannot be defied; it shakes us to our very core, hitting our thoughts like hail hitting the trees and shedding them in the process. There's a power in our heart, a truth that can never be hidden or ignored and the longer it sits there, the more powerful it becomes.
In shaking off these layers and accepting them, I have realized something…. It is the purpose of my life. The purpose of my life, I realized, is to be a flower. To be that one thing in the world that exudes laughter and love. In listening to my heart, I have realized that the only thing real in any moment of my life - is laughter. The only moment real is the one in which we unstoppably burst into laughter and spread seeds of it into the wind to be taken far far away, into the parts of the world we may never be able to touch or see.
But laughter is not constant. The winds can change direction and flowers can wilt. What once looked beautiful can now be completely dead. The heart can tremble yet once again at the loss of the ones we once loved with all of our hearts. With their beauty, we survive. In their beauty, we thrive. Perhaps they are still beautiful, we just need to remember. When they have lost their vision, we need to be their eyes. We need to remember them for who they are and who they can be. Goodbye is temporary. For in this lifetime, they will blossom all over again. This is the life of a flower and the life I am meant to live.
Hence, with broken sentences and unfinished books, my message to the world is simple:
Live like a flower.
When it's time to wilt, wilt. When it's time to bloom, bloom. Live like a flower and bring with yourself a laughter that will rip through the sky and spread with the wind like an irresistible desire.
Keep smiling like flowers,
Ish Kish Mish
July 27, 2015, 8:17 PM, Regina, SK, Canada
It took me a really long time to realize that in this life I was a very special person. In my own life and in others'. I was a person who entered your life and never left. Someone you could never afford to be fake in front of because I always saw right through you. I saw right through the million layers you had built around yourself and made you come face-to-face with your reality. From that you wanted to escape and bullshit me over and over again. But then again, I saw right through you. In front of me, there was absolutely no escape. In front of me, you had to show who you really were and let yourself be vulnerable because the only you who could meet me was the person you really were, not the person you were trying to be. Sometimes it took months, sometimes years, sometimes even a lifetime, but that was ok. If you had met me and were part of my life, some day you understood. That you'd have to throw away all the crap about who you think you are supposed to be and let yourself be who you really are. With me, you were just you. That was the power of my presence in your life.
In response to the To Whom It May Concern Writing Assignment
Every year, I wait for you so desperately and when you do arrive, I waste my time getting angry at you for not staying long enough. To lose you so quickly when I love you so much? What the heck! And while I am still getting used to the fact that it’s finally warm, you just abandon me in the middle of cold weather. I have every right to be mad at you. How dare you do this to me every single year?
The anger remains… but something has changed over the years. I have started to value you more because you pass by so quickly. I have learned to roam around the streets as much as I can with you. I love you more than anything else in the world and you know that. Every day in the winter, I pray that all of this would soon be over. And you know why? Because I know that at the end of all this will be you, holding me in your warm sunlight with flowers to beautify my way. I love that you make the flowers grow just so I can look at them and be all happy just because they are there. You make me forget about where am I in life or what I have accomplished or not; with you, my love, I am just me. A simple person who can smile for no reason, be excited for no reason and be active for no reason at all. These are the joys you bring to my life. Do you understand? You make me me.
So, dear summer, I promise to make the most of you every year; so promise me that you’ll always stay a bit longer, right beside me. So that we can go for bike rides, listen to live music, watch sunsets, camp, plant and watch flowers grow, go for random walks, try something new and most importantly, lay down under the clear blue sky – just you and me. I love you so much, dear Summer. And I know that you love me too.
Forever and for always,
You sweetheart Ish <3