Liljoja

In your sadness you are close to the thing that makes everything beautiful, the thing that makes actions count; a purpose, which would otherwise be lost in the vastness of it all. You are not alone either. The truth is held with wavering hands by many, the scared wide eyes of passerbys matching yours with a plea “I don’t want it to end”. You are worrying about tomorrows which aren’t even tomorrows yet and I wonder how that must feel to love something so much and oh so painfully. This is the feeling which shows me you are a child in a way I think I have never been and that is something bright and wonderfully alive. Your soul feels younger than mine and I like how we just accepted that as fact. Honey, you are living up to your own words: “I’m not going to grow up”. The world does not care and ticks along ruthlessly. You want to break unbending rules with something as fine and young as hope. That might just be the bravest thing I know.