When things fall apart
The golden wings of opportunity swoop down
To guide you.
Because now’s your chance to fly
To f*cking soar.
To change direction.
To go exactly where you want, for a change.
You can continue grasping for the already broken pieces.
You can continue reaching out for the beautiful, but empty illusions.
You can continue pouring energy into the blackholes of distraction.
Things fall apart for a reason.
Things collapse for a reason.
Things go up in flames for a reason.
They have to be destroyed.
They have to be obliterated.
They have to shatter completely.
And only then
Can we make way for the really beautiful things.
Destruction is flawless.
The ruthlessness only adds to its beauty.
It hurts like hell to watch it all fall away.
Don’t second-guess it.
Don’t make excuses.
Don’t fight it.
And, it need not be so painful.
Because the destruction is molding us into ourselves.
Can you see the little roots underneath the wreckage?
Bright with hope.
Glowing with possibility.
Twinkling with magic.
What makes these stubby roots so sparkly?
Our broken hearts and hurt feelings are the perfect fertilizer for transformation.
Because real growth needs to be watered by the hardships of the past.
So, let us be deeply thankful for difficulty and pain.
They open our eyes.
Then our hearts.
They give us wings,
So we can go exactly where we want, for a change.