There is a girl who I wish I was. she has a vase of dying daisies next to her bed and she has holes in the bottom of her boots but imperfection is beauty She has learned to live with what she has. She has learned to forget what she doesn’t.
There is no such thing as negativity or a word to speak bad about someone else she has learned to accept. she dreams through a field of flowers and blue sky that goes on forever and she understands the concept of time present only lasts for so long present will eventually fade into future and past can be forgotten or remembered Things heal. Things get better.
She empties her pockets of change on the street and never asks or expects anything back because she knows how to care about others more then herself knows what struggle is and she puts pity to a perspective of making a difference
She sees herself as no better then anyone else she measures giving and happiness on a scale of equality and she doesn’t keep track of how much help she has given because she always has more to give So there will never be a final total
She woke up late this morning and she bashed her toe in the door and she slipped on the sidewalk and she forgot her books and to eat breakfast and everything has gone the wrong way.
But everybody struggles. and complaints are meaningless words to fill the space they are ****** up by people and build habits of unhappiness in a place of unsatisfaction things can always be worse.
She has learned to live with what she has. She has learned to forget what she doesn’t. She has learned to forgive and giveback. Everyday there will be a sunrise and a sunset and the hours in-between and after dark will end. They will not be wasted.