unfurls as it does and time is irrelevant.
It is full of many things.
There is no end to the myriad of feelings and emotions that make up the fabric of our lives.
Me, we, all of us want to belong to something, to someone.
Just to belong.
The important thing is to not lose who we are when we try to belong to that which we dont.
A square peg in a round hole.
I would prefer to know I have been true to myself than to find I had sacrificed myself, my thoughts and my feelings for nothing special.
Life unfolds in its own time.
I’m inclined to be patient while it does.
I would rather march alone to my own drummer than to give up the sticks simply to be accepted.
Nature, in all her beauty, would agree, for not one leaf nor wildflower would give up their magnificence for acceptance.
And so, I think, I shall aspire to think as a wildflower; and knowing, that though different I am, in The Creator’s eyes, beautiful.