I am a near-dead leaf barely hanging upon a dying tree
and the wind is clawing at my stem, trying to rip me off
I wouldn’t care to fall from this old and decrepit tree,
because the dying autumn ground looks so beautiful to me.
No longer would I have to struggle against the wind
nor would I have to hang on with the last of my will
I could finally let go and have the air carry my weight-
even it would let me fall to the ground.
This is not the fate of leaves, however-
we do not simply just let go and fall to the ground
We hang on as long as possible to the life provided by our tree
and only let go when the wind decides it is time
Sometimes I wish I was the grass, not holding onto anything-
existing with no purpose and dying without a fight,
but sometimes I am grateful for being the leaf
because even when I am dying I never let go
It all comes down to you, shy friend. :)
i passed this on my bike the other day and it made me feel better and now look here it is again
This is something they don’t teach us. Instead they teach us to lean and rely on people when really we should be holding our own hand. They never told us how to deal with losing loved ones and being left astray. We’re left broken and hurt because we weren’t prepared. We never expected bad things to happen because they never taught us that anything bad would ever happen. They never taught us.
Well chicky/dude, you are just robbing yourself the chance for us to get to know each other better! I’m pretty good with shy people! Give me a shot whenever you muster up some courage :)
Well what are you waiting on anon?
Come find out :)
Just imagine turning up to work
And knowing that it’s your job to slap someone with a fake cat paw