It's hard to describe how I like the smell of the wind, the smell of the earth. Or, how I like the touch of waves, the sight of trees, a sound of laughter, and the feeling of being really, truly alive.
So let me get lost in my soul to run away. To escape to an unknown future. Let me wander around eternally, without no destination, without home in sight. Because it's always there - beneath my skin, humming in my veins, vibrating in my bones. Just barely on the back of my mind, always within grasp. To carve a new path. To start a new adventure, a new life. To change myself, my looks, my name; to forget and go somewhere, somewhere I haven't been before. To start all over again.
Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, breathe out. Is this the life I want to live? Because, sometimes I want a quiet life, and sometimes I want to go a little bit crazy. And sometimes, sometimes I get lost in the trees, and lost in the flowers that grows towards the light. The river that calls my name, the mysteries of the universe.
And happiness isn't something large and looming on the horizon ahead, but something small, numerous and already here. The smile of someone you love, a breakfast with friends. The warm sunset. The little everyday joy, lined up in a row. And it's okay to fall down and lose your spark, it's okay to lose your glow. Just make sure that when you come back, you will light a whole fire. You will rise like the morning sun; because, if the sadness come - so will the happiness. And life is going to make you happy, life is going to make you smile. But first. But first, it will make you strong. And it won't be easy, it will be damn hard. But you will make it.
Life will also make you mad. But at some point, you have to stop being angry. You have to stop being sad. Stop killing yourself and start being a little gentle. At some point you will have to be happy and let it all go, to spread love instead of being afraid of it. You have to love yourself and everyone around you, before it's too late. Don't waste your time being unhappy over trivial things.
Because our lives are just one big puzzle, and we don't actually know how many pieces we've got. We find people who fit in quite nicely, and people who try but do not. We're constantly adding more pieces; memories of things we've been through, laughters and tears and adventures, and lessons we've learnt. Everyone has their own puzzle and there will be ones where you do not fit. But you have to be sure, that you don't make your piece smaller, just so that you can be in someone else's puzzle for a while. Don't you ever do that, don't you ever. Because one day, you won't recognize yourself anymore, and you will forget who you once were - before the world told you who you supposed to be. Before that someone told you who you supposed to be. You should make the most of each piece in your puzzle, because every tiny piece has a value. Don't forget one bit. Because, it will be a masterpiece when it's done.