the seeds, the trees

"But once in a while there's a great dynamite-burst of flying glass and brick and splinters through the front wall and somebody stalks over the rubble, seizes me by the throat and gently says, 'I will not let you go until you set me, in words, on paper.'" – Richard Bach

Please

…let me sit in the middle of everything I don’t understand. Let me live in a tree like we always wanted. Let me just breathe and exist; let my cells grow and expand, become strong and resilient but soft and worn, like water-tumbled rocks in my blood.

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“There is no such thing as a problem without a gift for you in its hands. We seek problems because we need their gifts.” – Richard Bach

Everything we do, think, feel, enjoy, dislike, worry about, cry for – is because we believe in it. I believe I love chocolate and that money will overcome my love one day and that people who make spelling mistakes in text messages are stupid and that purple jacket I have is cool and that yoga can heal.

I don’t know about the rest; what I believe in. Maybe that’s why things are so hard right now. I want to believe…how can I convince myself? I want to believe I can be happy. When I do, it’s real? Our lives are only the skeletons of what we’ve picked and chosen from like pieces of the Bible.