Possibilities
I have a pocket for your worries. If you fold them and hand them over, I can keep a secret or two. Your fears will never be a burden on you.
Neither a burden on me. I know the worse and even the worst can happen. But I rather we live life as we can do, and see how it turns out to be.
Maybe the best is ours, only if you move forward. Maybe the dark clouds will wash away uncertainties.
Even in the coldest storms there is strength, in holding on as it unveils. As the beauty of the blooming colors of spring appears.
The traces of your footsteps might be erased, and the way back may disappear. In confidence you can walk ahead, there is nothing left for you to fear. Knowing you cannot walk backwards, the possibilities are lying higher up, left and right, and lowest lows if you want to, pick one and see.
See for yourself that the world is full of wonders. A story of your own, narrated with every smile, sweat and tear. Maybe we will yell out in the darkness of lows, and possibly we will climb and see, the world is not only edges but a lot of places we can be.
And even if once we hit the bottom, we can pave a way, survive it and find what the depth has hidden for years. People at the bottom of those dark holes found their treasures, their golds and pearls. They found what others haven’t known nor seen.
For in every place in life, a place for you to strive and be. Don’t enforce your placement, do not enforce who you can possibly be.
