kristen_manza:
Isnt it both beautiful and sad that everyone, at some point, feels the same thing you're feeling?
kristen_manza:
Yet we all carry ourselves in the world trying to hide it
kristen_manza:
Like flowers bloom and then die
kristen_manza:
is there another "life" after "death"?
kristen_manza:
Or are we left with fragmented pieces of what once was?
kristen_manza:
Friends, lovers, memories. Homes, schools, dreams
kristen_manza:
Do we hold ourselves back from the things that cause us pain? Or we do we face them head on to appear strong, only breaking at any point we're alone
kristen_manza:
Do we hope for the best, but anticipate the worst because of how many times we've been let down?
kristen_manza:
Or do we look to the cotton candy sky, giving us a small moment of beautiful in what was a painful day?
kristen_manza:
But there is beauty in every day. There is life in ever day, and there is love
kristen_manza:
We just have to look
kristen_manza:
Whether it's a small glance or smile from a stranger,
kristen_manza:
we should have hope that better days will come
kristen_manza:
How would we ever appreciate good days if we didnt have bad ones?
kristen_manza:
How would we ever know love and beauty if we didnt know pain and suffering?
kristen_manza:
So maybe, just maybe
kristen_manza:
there is suffering and pain
kristen_manza:
to give us perspective and appreciation
kristen_manza:
There is something valuable in the struggle
kristen_manza:
And somewhere, sometime, maybe everything will make sense