There once was a girl, a sensitive one, who longed for serenity when each day was done. Then came one day, when across the girl’s path appeared a dog of intractable wrath.
The girl wondered and worried what provoked such anger, that even in sleep her torment would linger. Her friends lifted her up, but her heart remaind heavy. For this confrontation she wasn’t quite ready.
Perhaps a small gift would start things anew, but then she found out how colors stay true. She began to observe indiscriminate patterns, and resolved to discern what in life truly matters. She looked to herself to find her own peace, and facing her fears, she could finally see...
Knowledge is a sword, but it’s also protection. For what is important, and this should be mentioned:
It’s not the sharp words, the claws or the fangs, It’s what we do to ourselves that causes the angst. There are few happy endings all tied up in bows. A full life is marked by the highs and the lows. And maybe it’s just about finding our way through all of those wonderful shades of gray.
The girl wondered and worried what provoked such anger, that even in sleep her torment would linger. Her friends lifted her up, but her heart remaind heavy. For this confrontation she wasn’t quite ready.
Perhaps a small gift would start things anew, but then she found out how colors stay true. She began to observe indiscriminate patterns, and resolved to discern what in life truly matters. She looked to herself to find her own peace, and facing her fears, she could finally see...
Knowledge is a sword, but it’s also protection. For what is important, and this should be mentioned:
It’s not the sharp words, the claws or the fangs, It’s what we do to ourselves that causes the angst. There are few happy endings all tied up in bows. A full life is marked by the highs and the lows. And maybe it’s just about finding our way through all of those wonderful shades of gray.
