Another day older…another year wiser. This is my reality. I never would have ever imagined getting to be 41 years old. This number had been so foreign to my young mind.
Now that I’m here, it’s all that it’s pumped up to be. Yes, I’ve hit that mark where I can care less about my birthday.
Why? For one, I have young kids. And they come first. My joy is their joy. It’s not that I don’t matter anymore, but my essence is them!
As much as I cringe at this 40-something age, I have no choice, but to embrace it. I know I am welcoming wrinkles, grey hair and lower energy levels, but with it comes an increase of awareness of life. I feel great having the wisdom I did not have in my 20s and 30s. It is a beautiful nuisance, but I prefer it over my young feeble minded self.
I can embrace the beauty of innocence. My innocent children will never know the mental struggles I went through when I was young. And that brings me happiness. The beauty they see brings me happiness.
That is all that matters when it becomes another day older, another day wiser.
Ravishing from head to toe. Her mind jumbled with a million thoughts attempting to formulate one word. One thought. One idea to express the monstrosity composed of her mind.
A delicate flower, full of life and laughter. Her laughter allures an audience of well-formed men and women oblivious of her chaotic mind.
Wine in hand, fire stick in another, whispering sweet nothings to supposed lovers. Lovers enticed with her fired soul. Burning flesh as they osculate each whisper of her misery.
Mad for classical air, she refrains from cowering to his glow. Under the blinking stars, she yearns to rejoice in conscious oblivion. Aware of the needed solitude, he retreats from her disarrayed mind.
The delicate flower blooms among her own isolation. Descended deeper into her delicate realm. She continues to walk her ravishing life as onlookers admire her composure unaware of the obscurity of her own mind.
Beyond her world lies one mind. One soul. One heart. One flower. Her world. Desolate of consciousness. Death will take her life. Chaos will feed into hypocrisy. She is simply a conscious flower living among weeds.
Weeds of our world.
As to her is to you. As with you is with her. Crumbles of cutter.
Catch the jumbles if you can.
Did you know each and every one of you is living your own conscious dream?
Our lives are a big dream.
You are a dream.
I am a dream.
Dreams are conscious decisions and aspirations.
Awakened minds = A Dreamer
A Dreamer = An Artists
As an Artists you create your lifestyle, your career and hobbies. Artists have endless possibilities!
There is never a “perfect” art piece, but to the eye of the beholder, your Art may be the most beautiful piece they’ve ever seen.
Each mind has its own designs. Each design is what makes our beautiful world.
Create a beautiful Art Piece! Mistakes can be beautiful. Perfection may not. Allow your senses to……
Breath in & Let out
🌱 BEAUTIFUL ART 🌱
My life is about being real.
Being an activist for equal rights.
An activist for kids who cannot speak up for themselves.
I am me.
I am a feminist.
I am a teacher.
I teach the future.
If you mess with my student’s,
I catch on fire.
My fire lights the truth.
The truth always wins!