Mama always told me that there would be days when I would have to learn to draw happiness from within, days when I shouldn’t have to wait for joy to come in the morning, days when I should consciously decide to listen to the echoes of hope even in the silence of the night.
“Learn to count your blessings with each twinkling star of the night. Learn to whisper to your own ears the words that gives you joy and even when your eyes are wet and your pockets dry, always remember to keep hope alive.
Learn to find your own rhythm, to beat Your Own drums and dance to it. Learn to whistle even in the midst of pain and never outgrow your inner child ” she said.
Father always taught me never to draw my joy from the morning sun, to learn to dance in the rain and sail on storms till the rainbow comes.
“My son, never build your joy around material things” he said, everything fades, everything vanishes, everything dies, so if you are ever going to hope at all, then hope in the one thing that never fades, never dies and never leaves, God. These were his words.
Father always told me to count my blessings, he said in them lies all the joy I seek. “Always be grateful for every breath you take because where there is life, hope is just two steps ahead” these were his words.
Joy. hope. and. everything. in. between
/Late Night Muse/
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