Thoughts and Random Things

Puddles

Every puddle dries. Some take only moments, some take decades, but every puddle eventually dries. And some puddles leave stains to show where they've been, and others leave with no trace, but every puddle dries. And sometimes people step in the puddles and they track all the wetness all around, but the puddle dries and so do the person's shoes and so do the person's footsteps. And some puddles are big and deep because they form in the most sunken of potholes, and other puddles are small and meager and don't ever become too large, but no matter the size, every puddle dries. So don't get too worried, because that puddle of tears you cried is all gonna dry up.

Enough with the poetic shit-- let me tell you what the metaphor means. You are the concrete ground that the rain is gonna land on. And your weaknesses and insecurities are the potholes that all that rain is gonna collect in. The bigger the insecurity, the deeper the pothole. And the rain that falls down to create these puddles is none other than life itself. Beating down in fast, fat drops, getting all up in those insecurities of yours. Sometimes the rain falls into the littler potholes, but those puddles are smaller and dry up quicker and don't leave very noticeable stains. But even the lightest of rainfall can start to accumulate in those big, deep potholes of yours. But remember: every puddle dries. No matter the amount of rain that falls, no matter the pothole, no matter the puddle size. They all dry up. So when you feel as if your potholes are filled to the brim with all the rain they could possibly hold, keep a little hope in your heart, and pray that the puddles dry soon.