down by the oak tree

where's my happy place?

Mine? Mine is in late fall. The leafs has fallen to the ground, where the children can run through them making the sharp cracking.

Sometimes the leafs are broke down into hundreds of pieces. Some ignored and some never fell at all, being held up hung high in the sun and the now frosty breeze.

The fields lay almost completely baron. But the one I go to is seemingly endless. A light brown, waist high grass. It sways in the breeze as it waves off in the distance and oak tree somehow untouched by time.

the branches ignoring the stain of time and weather. Underneath is a chair, but no normal seat. As approached the same roots that bind it to this earth seem to rise just enough to be used. As if the tree is looking out providing shade and a calm soft rustle of leafs.

Nothing is here in this moment it is mute of any emotions or feeling the cold crisp air licking your skin. Off in the unseen distance the crashing of water.

A soft weathered red house alone next to the softly charging waters. A small water wheel turns with the ancient waterway. Still turning and spinning. The wheel let's out soft creeks every so often, almost to tell something that it's still there and still turning throughout the years.

The wood on the house is ragged and splintered. Window frames strong and holding the job they were given. On the inside the small house lay almost empty a single old couch with a noticeable divot on the left side, the couch parallel from the old would stove. The stove was a charcoal black with a small speck of rust every inch or so, still working with a livid but almost extinguished fire slowly dying down but not changing for some reason.

The soft sound of rushing water outside of the window. The sun setting to make an orange and pink with just so much blue left in the sky. On the porch the railing holds strong as the sun continues to fade into the distance.

The water glistening vivid turquoise and green almost glowing sands shine as the bright sky fades to a gentle gray. All there is all there was all there will be is stuck in time.

somewhere never gone just lost in time but once found can never be forgotten. The moment you can just step back and search is the day you have the greatest chance of finding something beautiful. Never hold on to a moment because all to often your appreciation for it will also get lost.

Your greatest gift is forgiveness, kindness and understanding. These you may keep never lose them. When I say forgiveness I not only mean in others but in yourself. It's okay to let go, things can and will always get better nothing is permanent.

Kindness is for everyone and everything, respect and treat others as if you would your blood. There is to much hate and judgment in this world already and everyone reading this has fallen victim to it at one point, but you are still here and that's what matters take your pain to protect others from it.

Understand that not everyone is going to be fair and kind. Understand that there is always a better option and understand that you are in control don't listen to negativity. All it is was someone else's pain that they can't help not everyone is evil because they are rude some people just hurt.

Hopefully this hasn't completely bored those who chose to read this or stumbled upon it by chance and made it this far. Keep going not on this story but in life never settle go for what you love live for who you love and love what you do. Life's to short to be miserable all the time so give yourself a break escape from here even for a second.

Go for a walk, watch the clouds roll by so high over your problems and pain and enjoy a moment even if it's just a second just breath. And remember YOU ARE WORTH IT even when everyone tells you different.