Really? Is that so? Like in a sense that it comes from the dollar store or has distorted images of superman running through it? Maybe horses with wings or little Toy Story doodles. Sounds like a manufactured life to me. A paper dream. Something depressed folk singers sing about, and not in the good way. What do you wish for when what you’re supposed to wish for is already written down? Already predicted? Already ‘lined’ out by someone who doesn’t know you at all.
A coloring book? Like seriously? Not in my book. Pun intended.
No. Life is a wave. Go to the beach and contemplate it. I think that the many different prospects of a wave beat out the many different prospects of a coloring book. Scratch that, a coloring book has very few prospects.
Life is a wave.
You stand there and watch it come towards you with a million thoughts running through your head. it’s beautiful and full of colors and expressions and feelings, but it’s intimidating and sometimes scary… it’s predictable only in the sense that you have an idea of when it might come and what it might look like and where it might go -but might is never a good word to stand by. It can make you think crazy thoughts for a minute before you find ground again, it can make you feel like you can fly, it can make you laugh or cry, make you misrable or remember some of the greatest moments that you’ve ever been through. And when it’s about to hit you, you find yourself wondering if it will sting, if it will knock you down, or if it will be refreshing and fun in the normally calm and comforting realm of your existence. Or maybe you’ll get lucky and you won’t see it coming -you’ll just get to take it as it comes and make the best of it.
Life is a wave. Surf’s up!
Life is a wave. Surf’s up!
Love,
Alice
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