Plant Of The Day

I wasn't meant for casual love. Your heartbeat will be my favorite song, your eyes my favorite color, your words my favorite poem, and even your imperfections will be my favorite piece of art.

I believe our souls have found each other yet again or maybe even for the first time for all I know. I do not wish to be apart of a lifetime where your soul, mind, or heart is not there. I have fallen without trying yet knowing what I know now I’d fall again and again blissfully with you. I’d wish to be so lucky to meet you in general in every lifetime and share you with the world. Yet I admit my heart’s selfish desire is to keep all of what you are, feel, and wish to be closest to me more so than any other. I acknowledge the inevitable challenges, hardships we may face together or alone. It doesn’t make me sad, depressed, angry, or regret the feelings that grow inside of this heart, the thoughts or wants that this feeling provoke, or even wish to our souls never have met to avoid any challenge that would, have, or will be given to us.

The acceptance I create, make peace with, and try to hold onto relating to the hardships that we will or might face grow after acknowledging every fear or anxiety of losing you, your soul, heart, mind, smile, generosity, presence, companionship, the sight of you and others enjoying each other’s happiness or sorrow. I accept whatever this life is or will be as long as I know you are sharing the same air to breathe, soil to live on, furthermore food and drink.

For you are not just a gift to I nor the world, but most importantly you are a gift you must give and allow yourself to receive. One my first attempts to put into words how lucky the universe, myself and even you should feel when coming to terms with how you are life itself, strength, joy, endearment, enlightenment, care, nobility, awake. You are a gift by your very existence, growth of personality and with every thought or second that passes.

I will be, as well as already am, yours in any capacity measurable. Whether it feels unnoticeable or inescapable

“If it works out between me and you, then let us go and be happy together”- George Kusunoki Miller.

To add to this quote. “If it works out between me and you, then let us go and be happy together. For my mind and soul could leave this body and earth resting filled with content after receiving the gift of ever living, connecting, and meeting your soul, mind, heart, and touch” -Me

Three Tetons (1895) by Thomas Moran

Where my soul, mind, and heart live in ungrateful complacency. The storms and strangers that have stayed with, taken refuge, and looked to it for guidance. It seems to continue to bear it all so far. The eroded exposed stone, walls and wooden ceilings repaired year after year. Paint washed or chipped, but always remaining a lighthouse for all. The light is small inside though. Even when that little light goes out, it only is relit by graciousness of inner strength, or more often through the words/actions of those who have enough light burning within them to share.

May I learn to not be just a lighthouse keeper, guider, or shelter. May I forever grow to be a compassionate ever learning student of the world, of others who share this same light

lighthouse study. started in sketchbook and finished in procreate

Thoughts

When I shut my eyes I’m trying to envision and obtain self compassion, what I really want from life.

To be near the people who continue to grow dear to me, Uncrustables, and to preserve, protect, learn, and be one with beautiful, breath taking, more than I can comprehend, types of places such as this.

It funny how this human brain of mine struggle to even make a lighthearted collage hardly referencing anything I actually hold sentimental thoughts, morals, or feelings for. Lord help me when it comes time I actually try to attempt and make a more serious collage that represents sorta my beliefs and takes on life.

Couldn’t be more true in my own opinion and throughout the experiences of my own life

There is a certain kind of pain in holding on too tightly—to people, to dreams, to the past. We convince ourselves that if we grip hard enough, we can stop time, prevent endings, rewrite fate. But life was never meant to be held—it was meant to be felt, like the wind slipping through our fingers, like the tide kissing the shore before retreating into the vast unknown. We mourn what leaves, forgetting that not all departures are tragedies. Some things must end so we can begin again. Some loves are only meant to teach us, not stay. And maybe that is the greatest lesson: to love without possession, to dream without demand, to live without fear of the inevitable goodbye. Because in surrender, we find peace. In letting go, we find freedom. And maybe, just maybe, the things meant for us will find their way back home—not because we held on, but because we finally let them breathe on their own.