ORIGIN: They say that the eyes are windows to the soul, and we have never felt comfortable praying with our eyes closed. It’s like staring at an empty wall. But even though He might be a little bit hard of hearing, windows are a reminder that He is not soulless.
Pray before going to sleep. You have two hands. Sacrifice what’s behind one of those windows, and you’ll get to wake up to what’s behind the other two. You have my word.
Childhood should move at a snail’s pace because I want to take my time connecting the raindrops on the window and making sense of the world. Spring is the season when colors bloom in all their glory, and it would be a true loss. So, I pray the stars are gone when I wake up because we already have streetlights and nobody will miss them.
Butterflies, moths and fairies are family. They have the same blood running through their veins and the same dust covering their wings. But reality is to magic as windshields are to bugs. Nothing embodies dreaming better than candles. What starts pure and bright ends up acrid and deformed. So, I pray Summer is gone when I wake up because I don’t want to feel invincible ever again.
Autumn leaves don’t tug at my heartstrings. Streetlights aren’t the make-up I would choose to cover up our collective ugliness. I am not a cat person because my heart only knows to repay in kind. Aloofness for aloofness. But I don’t want to scratch the world in depths of loneliness. So, I can only pray cats are gone when I wake up.
Heavy snow breaks fragile spines, but not everybody can run from their life. Birdsongs are beautiful, but sometimes, when they speak of freedoms that are foreign to you, they can shatter your heart. So, I pray that lighthouse is gone when I wake up because I don’t need saving. I don’t need anybody else’s guidance. I would rather carry my burdens and my broken heart down a path of my own choosing.
Where did the windows go? I see. You missed your one and only chance to outgrow your self-absorption.
Happiness is the only thing that matters in life. It knows no boundaries and therefore doesn’t care whether the neighbors complain.
If a tree falls in the woods and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound? Truth be told, I don’t care about the answer. It’s just that validation didn’t do anything for me, but I never got the hang of taking responsibility for myself.
I tried to be good because I thought that’s what was expected of me. But it seems to me that life has no room for goodness, and I don’t know why any parent would wish their child out of existence.
If I remember correctly, the bones in the skull fuse together somewhere in our 20s. That seems as good an age as any to be set in stone. That’s my definition of growing up. Waving goodbye to learning, be it from mistakes or otherwise, and doubling down on your shortcomings.