I've seen the softness of your heart and the beauty of your soul.
I was touched by the sweetness and intent of your smile.
Your perseverance and strength has a purpose attached to it.
You carry the weight of your fame on your shoulders, and seldom complain.
You forever strive to make of this world, surrounding you, a better place.
Yet you don't even have half of what I possess.
You can only rely on your own strength, and the strength that was lent to you by those surrounding you.
I envy the intent and passion with which you live your life.
To the fullest despite the uncertainties surrounding you.
This makes me reconsider the intent and drive with which I have been living.
Me, the one who has the real strength and knows the real comfort.
I don't give enough of myself.
I don't strive and I don't push hard enough.
I don't run fast enough.
I don't fly as high as I should on the wings that have been given to me.
You fly on those that you built for yourself.
If there's one thing that you taught me,
it's that I should do better.
I will strive to do better.
But not by my own strength.
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Glassy Sky
RandomRandom thoughts from Seh. Literally a bunch of short stories, poems or thoughts. Each probably inspired by different things... ... maybe even while staring at a glassy sky...
