There is much more beneath this revolution. There’s more than blood, more than skin, more than flesh, there’s much more than words, more than places, persons and connections.
Beneath this revolution of growing up, finding our purposes, our feelings, ourselves, there’s a sense of peace and freedom, there’s the quiet place of belonging, and the restless moments of searching, of trying, failing (better), becoming what we hopped to be, building new ideals, fulfilling old ones, being closer to “the future”, feeling it warmer and closer to the definition of happiness.
This revolution, bigger than me, this revolution called life, takes place somewhere in between the shadow of a growing tree and the never ending trail of an ant, survives in the details of everyday morning and night, grows in a smile and in the comfort of a tear inside of a trustworthy embrace.
Being in peace does not result from chance.
Beneath this revolution of growing up, finding our purposes, our feelings, ourselves, there’s a sense of peace and freedom, there’s the quiet place of belonging, and the restless moments of searching, of trying, failing (better), becoming what we hopped to be, building new ideals, fulfilling old ones, being closer to “the future”, feeling it warmer and closer to the definition of happiness.
This revolution, bigger than me, this revolution called life, takes place somewhere in between the shadow of a growing tree and the never ending trail of an ant, survives in the details of everyday morning and night, grows in a smile and in the comfort of a tear inside of a trustworthy embrace.
Being in peace does not result from chance.
Just a though.
