Golden Gate

The Golden Gate Bridge, is one of the Wonders of the World you need to meet. Walks across take some courage, just don’t look underneath your feet.

Table for One

The solo adventure moves forward and the acceptance of one place setting takes over. Looking around and noticing so many others are experiencing the sad truth that the fairy tales were only a fantasy, just like luck from a four leaf clover.

The make-believe stories we grow up on only poisoned the mind causing let downs in our adulthood, so why not save him and her? Let the golden hearts learn that the waves of a so called life have some good and some bad that will occur.

From an expert soloist to another: be brave, be completely you, and when you break, know it is okay to allow no trespassing to happen after.

Pattern

When looking back, you may find recurring themes pop up in your waking life and afterlife. The only difference between them is the date and time they exist in. This makes it worth while to analyze and decode to be an important message.

Whatever these patterns are, it seems they don’t stop and will be noticed when you are ready to see. If that is the case, then it would be best to simply enjoy the views that are unfolding and keep moving forward. After all, the biggest challenge in life is to not get stuck repeating yesterday.

Life is a Beach

Not many memories stick, and sadly, most of the remembered moments are the ones we don’t miss.

The instant photo gives us a tiny view, just enough to recall how fast time flew.

Thinking of today is a great way to appreciate the journey, but don’t let the troubles of yesterday make everything blurry.

In reality, the stars are within reach, yeah, that’s life is a beach mentality.

The Girl With A Hidden Talent

Clutching her little notebook, she rushes onto the bus and scans her metro card. As she moves passing strangers, she finds an open seat and sits down next to the window. She opens her notebook and quickly scribbles her thoughts in her unique poetic way. Someone sits next to her and looks over to give her a compliment on her beautiful pages. The girl smiles and thanks the stranger.

Her stop approaches, she gets up and walks off. As soon as she got home, she pulls out her notebook and began to review what she wrote. Smiling at her work, she felt even more inspired to continue filling the blank pages with her poetry. The night came over the day and she feel asleep next to her little notebook.

She woke up, except now 10 years older and was living a cycle that had no space for a poetic moment. That little notebook she loved so much, was collecting dust on the bookshelf in her room. One day, her life turned upside down and she began to reflect on her steps to that point. As tears began to rush down her face, she looked up at her shelves showcasing smiling photos and some of her most prized possessions. Her teary eyes gazed throughout the shelves filled with a physical display of her life and there it was, her little notebook.

Pulling her notebook out of the shelf and wiping off the dust, she remembered what the stranger said to her on the bus. Wiping the tears away, she took this as the moment for her recovery to begin. As she looked back and read all the beautiul entries, along with the beauitful sketches and her photos that accompanied her words; she couldn’t help, but notice that she was missing this part of herself these past 10 years. There were many blank pages left, so she began to write and at first, it was challenging to begin. However, with a few entries, she was back to her poetic ways.

One day, she saw an ad online for a creative writer contest, first place was a $5,000 grand prize winner and well, she took a chance on her hidden talent. She felt her entry was honest and real, even inspiring. So, she smiled back at her work and clicked send.

Weeks past and she forgot about the contest, however she received a notice naming her as the winner! She was so excited and felt that this was the sign she needed to invest in her hidden talent. It was also in that moment, she realized losing herself was the only way to really find her purpose and so, she continued to write in her little notebook knowing she was sharing her talent like she was always meant to.