On a Lighter Note…
(Realizes — 2 years later — that the majority of her work is either depressing or oozing with drama)
*takes a deep breath*
YOU ARE A PHOENIX. RISING OUT OF THE ASHES.
Hear my voice, my cry, my song!
DRY THOSE TEARS,
You won’t be needing them any more.
Do as I say: Laugh, smile, cuddle, be silly.
WHY MUST WE MOURN?
It took me 4 years to realize that mourning is not worth your time.
Now, I AM BACK —
with this stupid grin on my face,
and I am ready to SHINE ON (Jimmy Dean)
and sprout flowers from my fingertips,
for the unending sky.
A flower here, a flower there,
A flower everywhere!
And let me tell you — It is the sweetest aroma.
So DON’T stop.
Life isn’t over yet,
You have so much time on your hands.
Fun fact: Time is an illusion.
You can’t control the clock,
You can’t outrun it —
It is what it is.
So make it count.
Why ruin it?
When you can make gardens,
blooming fields of love, life, and laughter.
So take a deep breath, my dear,
and keep on chasing.
Take a rose, my dear,
and chase the setting sun.
(N.G. Carol concludes, with a satisfying grin and a bubbling heart)