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Mistakes become badges You wear on your sleeve Preaching "humility!" "kindness!" Things you have learned the hard way We stumble, and fall To only sometimes get up And walk away from the rubble That is the monument to the past We must remember that waves Are just parts of the largeness Of the grandness Of the ocean And that all things Are caused by other happenings That are caused by other instances That weren't out to get you We are all the same In that we are all different In that we are all struggling Towards a mountain's peak What I wish I was taught Years and years ago (Or maybe it's just something I wished I listened to in the first place) Is that there is no mountain peak That what really brings all of the everythings of wishes Is recognizing the wind that rustles a leaf On a struggling plant on the bottom of a forest That the insignificance is the importance That the smallness is really overwhelming In meaning and truth When we notice the path we are taking, we find the answer to ourselves: Always mistakenly thinking it lead to a mountain of happiness, But realizing it's really a road of joy we've been on the whole time.
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Jan 11, 2013
Jan 11, 2013 at 7:20 AM UTC
Mountains and Molehills
Mistakes become badges You wear on your sleeve Preaching "humility!" "kindness!" Things you have learned the hard way We stumble, and fall To only sometimes get up And walk away from the rubble That is the monument to the past We must remember that waves Are just parts of the largeness Of the grandness Of the ocean And that all things Are caused by other happenings That are caused by other instances That weren't out to get you We are all the same In that we are all different In that we are all struggling Towards a mountain's peak What I wish I was taught Years and years ago (Or maybe it's just something I wished I listened to in the first place) Is that there is no mountain peak That what really brings all of the everythings of wishes Is recognizing the wind that rustles a leaf On a struggling plant on the bottom of a forest That the insignificance is the importance That the smallness is really overwhelming In meaning and truth When we notice the path we are taking, we find the answer to ourselves: Always mistakenly thinking it lead to a mountain of happiness, But realizing it's really a road of joy we've been on the whole time.
dianna-m-coleman
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Jan 11, 2013
Jan 11, 2013 at 7:20 AM UTC
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