When we are young we are as delicate as a flower🌹, we have no knowledge of this outside world, our dreams… our thoughts are like clear water, like that rising sun, its sweet its sweetness, Sunshine, our thoughts, our dreams are just like a delicate flower when it is not in full bloom, it is just a bud, which has not yet seen the change of season, nor has it suffered. He is just dreaming of blooming, enjoying the joy of a new dawn. Our dreams, our thoughts, our thoughts are all exactly like this, from the delicate to the innocent And very dear. Some people who don’t know what the truth is, we live our dreams beyond the world’s thinking. We prepare ourselves for that, work on ourselves no matter what’s going on outside. Want to know what someone thinks We just work on ourselves want to learn and want to learn more. So that whatever is our dream, our thinking is our desire. Let us prepare ourselves when their time comes. So that we can tell him that we are worthy of you, we will take you with us and move on. We keep trying, we keep learning. We lose many times but we never feel bad. Because we have a hope in our mind, just like that delicate flower, that everything will be fine, no matter how long it is taking, or how much trouble we are having in the midst of this moment. In the midst of this time, how many times we have killed our mind, we do not think. We face everything with just a sweet smile, we never feel bad while seeing everything. Never regret why we don’t have it. Because we have a belief in our mind, that day will surely come. We do not stop. We get lost in the middle but after listening to the call of our heart, we come back. We go on doing it. We just keep on carrying that belief inside us. But then there comes a time when the wait seems long. But we don’t complain even then, because time was never our problem, because our faith was so great. That day will surely come. Whatever I want, or whatever I am waiting for, I will definitely get it. He is somewhere. Made for me. Seasons change, but he knows, he believes those days will come back. Is my dream, faith…..does flowers come back somewhere like that season and the sun, is it true. When such an old belief of your mind with the truth of life lasts, it definitely breaks somewhere, and does not just break…. We are not afraid even then we still try to make that flower bigger and stronger with a smile. Because that’s your job. But again I will say that time was never a problem, the trouble seems to be when your dream starts to seem like a dream. What you’ve been waiting for… Something pops up again in the mind that’s not a delicate flower Now it’s a prickly thorn with no fragrance… No color And that bite is a whiff of doubt Of a skeptic who tells you this, it may never come true. All this is not at all what you were living with for so many years, that means the flower that you were raising for so many years, saving it from every trouble from every season, teaching it to live in every season. Because he was waiting for a season that belongs to him. For whom he is made, in which he will be able to show himself completely by feeding, his love will be able to spread its fragrance. But what if there is such a season, not even….. will you not be able to bear it now. One spends whole life in search of one love. Searches for him, and while looking for him I never regret that he was alone. Because thinking of that day, he smiles absolutely every day, every year goes on completing it. But what if he comes to know that such a thing does not happen in this world and even if it does happen. So it is only with you for a short time, and that too in such a way that you cannot call it yours. So tell me should I accept it. Should I believe that the dream with which I was living with the innocent flower for so long was making myself. I will never get that thing because it is not there. And wait but if the wait will ever end, what if I consider this wait as the season for which I am made. Or a never coming true dream, the innocent little flower is still trying to bloom🥀. Know when he will get that season of his. When it will spread its fragrance completely. The season and that flower will always be together, if it doesn’t happen, should I take it for granted? I would also like to see that this season which we call the truth of life, it supports this flower and spreads its fragrance all around or it grows the thorn. This is the bitter reality of life in which there is no place for such thoughts, such feelings or rather such flowers.
Inner Voice 