"A beautiful
mess.
A beautiful
tragedy.
Are such
things possible?
It must be a
dream.
Because in
dreams, our trials are forgotten.
We are
denied nothing and can conquer all that lies before us.
In dreams,
the unimaginable begins and the limits are endless.
Things we
can’t comprehend in the waking hours come alive once we close our eyes.
Isn’t it a
funny thing?
That when
our eyes are closed and can see nothing, we suddenly see everything.
The roots of
our imagination bury deep and immerse in all that we’ve experienced and
witnessed.
I live for
those hours.
Longing to put
in requests for the things I wish to see.
Longing to
escape reality where we are limited by so much.
Whether it be
a lack of resources, a garden of worries, or others around us.
And often it
is as simple as us limiting ourselves.
Why?
Why wouldn’t
people want to elude the demands and needs of this life, if but for a moment.
Even so, it
is only for a moment.
In time, we
will open our eyes and return to our beautiful mess and our beautiful tragedy.
But they are
simply that – beautiful.
It is in our
own eyes that we have both the ability and the choice to see or not see the
beauty among the hardships.
If a flower
grows among a field of weeds, does that render the flower any less lovely?
No.
Indeed, its’
very surroundings are what enhance the flower’s beauty, making it unique and genuine.
It is a
representation of strength and endurance, even among the mess of weeds.
As for
tragedies, even when picked and
withered, dried flowers are treasured by many.
… Choose to
see the beauty in it all."
-Alexandra P. Fletcher
