Grass thrives, impatiens bloom, so why am I sat outside of her bedroom: looking like there's no more strive in my smile, no more glimmer in my eyes, no more sing in my song, no more wind in my kite, no more sun in my delight.
Am I missing a number?
Am I here at the wrong time?
Am I not important enough for bees to even try?
Why am I asking, it's not like things just change because they appear in my mind? Food isn't simply made from thinking of making it. A race isn't won simply by believing it. A book isn't finished simply by looking at it.
No.
Everything requires action.
But what if they don't want me to thrive?
Who cares.
But what if it becomes a waste of my time?
Who cares.
But what if nothing comes out of what I've done?
Who cares, because somewhere, right now, someone who can make a change is looking for your state of mind. They're looking for the person who does what they please because they don't simply imagine, they do.
Imagine the possibilities.
or don't.
take action.
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Hey, so the world is kinda in a shit place rn... so I wanted to write something that could maybe motivate myself or someone else to just get up and do what they've always said they'd do, so if this helps even one person do that my mission is complete.
Hope you're enjoying the stories so far, and I hope you had a great week.
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A collection of short stories
Short StoryHey so it's been a while since I've posted anything, and while my love for writing sure as hell has not faded, I can get distracted easily. So I've decided to write some short stories in my free time. I'll compile them into a single story but if you...
