Innerstrength

We are a strange fruit that bruises too easily when it falls. Occasionally we find ourselves on the ground, sending a pathetic look back up at the branch we used to be on and wishing we'd held on a bit longer. It could have been perfect. But then we think of why we fell and it makes sense. The winter wind was weakening you, your grip was giving, and worse still - it was simply the right time. That was as close to perfect as you would ever be.

Inside you is the seed of happiness, under layers of skin that have been hardened and calloused like a shield. The seed is revealed as your skin decays and crumbles away, and what follows in its proper course is a mighty tree that grows ever mightier with each season. Its body is strong and dense, and it only gets taller and more invulnerable.

You create seeds of happiness on your fingertips and hold on to them as long you can.

And I know this is where you are now, and I know that you don't really believe me, but one day you're going to send a pathetic look down at the ground around you and wonder when you're going to lose those bits of happiness. Your mind will wander and you'll worry that you'll never be this close to something perfect again. You'll panic, but try not to. There will be other moments soon.