For some people, it may take a lifetime to realize that life is beautiful. But for me, it only took sixteen years. Only sixteen years of pain, hate, love and bliss. Sixteen years of lies, guilt, invisibility, and praise. Sixteen years to finally see and understand this maze of colors and sounds. Sweet sixteen.
Happiness is not a gift nor a privelage. Happiness is an essence.
What I see; shadows of oaks in the sunset, ripples of water to the East, soldiers on rocks in the distance, heroes on the ledge with their swords, jesters with their wings spread wide, the orange sun kissing all.
What I hear; roaring monsters of freight, fountains repeating the stories of my first summer until my last, those brave little soldiers commanding their orders, the whisper of the wind calling me home.
What I feel; the soft caress of chilled spring wind, those last few rays of light and love, that feeling of wonder.
I understand that nothing can ruin this moment. This is my moment and no one elses. This is my day and no one elses. This is my life and no one elses. This is me.