I come home everyday from a day like yesterday. Each day of repetition, feeling down like nothing new will come. Then I hear the familiar, sweet, and symphonic sound once again. I look over at my precious snowglobe, hearing the sweet and enchanting song it's playing. Inside is dozens of multi-colored flakes flying around, with a black & white lighthouse that sits on the ocean, and I, wishing to disappear into the solidarity, the confinement, the beautiful colors, and the black and white building shooting a light out of the small enclosed window at the top. The colors flying around me are none to be taken lightly, they may just be specs of colors in the air to you, but to me, they're my hopes, dreams, thoughts, and emotions I feel everyday. Then comes the harmonic song playing throughout the air, filling me with joy, happiness, peace, and comfort. I break down into tears knowing I have to go back to the days that repeat themselves over and over again, but then I think, maybe it's not so bad, if I hadn't gone through so many repeated days, I wouldn't have found my rock of happiness. I turn my head away from my snowglobe crying tears of joy, knowing that I can't wait around for change to happen on its own, I have to make my own changes, I have to make my own music, and I have to make my own light. I do this to show that I matter, that I exist, to show change isn't bad, but also repeating something isn't worse. The main change for myself to make is to show my colors, sing my song, but most importantly, be someone else's rock, it can make a big difference in someone's life, just like my snowglobe did for me.
