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,

tilting,

reaching,

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.

Precisely.

(N.G. Carol concludes, with a satisfying grin and a bubbling heart)

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