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.
Fall felt like a semester of fallen leaves- although scattered, but still organized in the cycle of nature. I picked up a few leaves over and over again, watched them dry out and lose their colours, gave them away as gifts, decorated my table with a few, danced around with some, found some crushed in my own backpack, but still…I found that..
There are advantages of picking up a fallen leaf.
In a way, it gave me direction; hope. Of where I am supposed to be going. What I must keep on doing regardless of what happens in life. What I must forget, forgive, treasure, discard or let go of. What I must keep on believing.
The colours of Fall are magical. I don’t know where it gets its brightness from but it gave me strength. “How can something be dead and so beautiful?,” I wondered. And how can it keep on changing colours even after that? And most importantly, how come I have not paid much attention to it up until now???
“The beauty is within me,” I realized.
Beauty is in the eyes of beholder. So whether my life is amazing, complicated or confusing, it is because I choose to see it as such. Because regardless of everything, roses will still be red, christmas lights will still be magical, and fallen leaves will still make every place beautiful.
All I need is an eye that can catch and appreciate the beauty in what’s in front of me. Nothing else matters.
As life goes on… my promise to myself is not only to stay awake and alive, but to keep on living! To keep on believing! In myself! And to seek out opportunities which will reinforce that belief. The belief that I have the ability to do everything that I want to do in life, regardless of what is currently right or wrong in my life. And when life gets confusing?
I will pick up a fallen leaf! I will start with myself.