Some ignore it all,
Some count wounds,
And some count lessons.
Some seek beauty in the mundane,
Some find solace in solitude,
And some revel in the chaos.
Some dance with joy in the rain,
Some embrace the stillness of night,
And some chase the dawn’s first light.
Some build bridges from broken pieces,
Some heal others with their own scars,
And some shine as beacons through the dark.
Some act with kindness,
Some whisper wisdom,
And some create words.
Some plant seeds in barren soil,
Some nurture dreams against all odds,
And some inspire hope in weary hearts.
Some find strength in vulnerability,
Some forge unity from diversity,
And some spark change with a single act.
Some paint stories on blank canvases,
Some compose melodies from silence,
And some sculpt beauty from rough stone.
Some embrace the unknown with courage,
Some question to seek deeper truths,
And some re-imagine the world anew.
Each path is unique, yet none supreme,
All threads in life’s lotus flower,
A symphony of human experience.
Some lead, some follow, some walk alone,
Yet all move onward in their time,
Each step is valid, each journey whole.
In laughter, tears, or silent thought,
We navigate our inner worlds,
No way lesser, no way greater.
Filed under: 🜁 Self – tracing the inner landscapes of thought, feeling, and becoming.