I remember planting my first rose bush in my back yard... it never bloomed until I left for bootcamp... much like my soul the little flower would grow, it would wilt, and it would die... but, it would grow again... My mother would send me pictures of the flower in bloom, and I would send her pictures of me.. blooming in my own garden... I look back and I see all the weeds that I planted in my little garden, but have always been thankful my soul gave me some really sharp thorns to keep me safe... we die a thousand times from birth to death, but many of us never really learn to blossom. We never learn to feel the sun against the petals of our cheeks, we never take the time to stretch our little limbs up to enjoy each moment, each rainstorm, each... moment. Then the moment is gone, it wilts away, we die, and we grow again. In life, I guess we never take the time to really enjoy each moment. We only look to the end, and never taste the love that is right in front of us. Remember, pluck yoursleves from the bush of your life, and place yourself as the center of the table and say--You are beautiful... enjoy this life, each moment, each breath, each rainstorm, and wrap yourself in those memories. Let the soul blossom...
xoxo
Mike
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