My mom knows exactly what makes me happy in the gift department. For my birthday, she combined two of my loves–butterflies and writing–and gave me a beautiful handmade journal. The exterior of the journal is decorated with butterflies, and the interior pages are made from the Lokta plant which grows in Nepal. It’s so nice I almost don’t want to write in it…but I will. Thank you mama. For a minute it took my mind off the fact that I am now closer to 30 than I am to 20. Where did the years go? But I won’t harp on it too long, because I know that I get better with age (like a fine wine).
And now a poem–
doomed are those who don’t follow their hearts
and lead desperate lives
how dangerous they are
for their desperation causes sorrow in the hearts of others;
some say sing a tune of familiarity
you’ll never be let down;
so dreams are crushed which leads to complacency
hearts become heavy
heads feel as if they will implode
the weight of wondering causes the body to sag;
don’t choose this route,
it’s time to live a life you love










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