The common place

Black vintage photos
Crimson red skies
When's the last time you stopped to recognize
all the things you overlook
sprinting through life
turning a blind eye.

When's the last time you stopped to breathe. Inhaled lavender, rose or a fresh ocean breeze.
Chamomile, honey or lemon green tea.
Things that may be small to you but mean alot to me

Leaves that turn from green to orange
Sun that only slightly peaks through the clouds
200 ants that file in one by one, for a miniscule crumb on the ground

When you grow up feeling trapped in a world thats weighing you down, you seem to appreciate the smaller things around. When you feel voiceless, lost, or afraid. You look to the wonderful things already made. . The simple things that know their place. The flowers that bud every spring, bells that hum with every ring. The sun that shines every morning, the moon that creeps in without warning.

You see
Life is not about the day after day.
It's about a breath after breath
Your lungs they rise and fall
Switching carbon for oxygen every second.
Involuntarily your body does so much without doing barely anything at all.

Your heart pumps, your blood runs quick. Your muscles contract. Your eyes they burn softly and slowly like a candles wick.
Your hands are gentle, your touch is frass They can throw punches but turn sand into glass. Replace the new with the old, or comfort a withering soul.

. Your mind even so, is Magestic like the great dark sea. Your thoughts are the waves, heavy and free. Something with the capacity to feel, all that is painful, beautiful, and real. To feel love to feel hope to feel fear is quite amazing, so be kind to your mirror.

Everyday is a new challenge, a new mountain to cross, a new goal to pursue, a new failed attempt in need to redo. This world is not perfect, not even near close, but you can choose to see the things others don't.

So maybe When you walk outside next time, take a minute to see
The dewy cool grass, and the crisp green trees. The hum of the cardinals. The song of the canaries. Even the dismal unwelcoming feeling of January. Not everything can be golden. Not everything can be sweet. But there is a commonplace where bliss and sorrow meet.

And when you find that place, different for all, you can be content in a healing world, and learn to catch yourself when you fall. Its not always easy, in fact it may feel the world is never on your side. But there will be a day you may choose to leave your past behind. So when you feel like giving up, think of all thats left to gain, Because at the end of the day there is always a rainbow after it rains, and if you choose to find this place in you, look around, there's so many things to see, so many people to inspire, so many places to go, and so many goals to set higher. So Take your time, enjoy the space. Let yourself be comfortable within the commonplace.