“The Earth has its music for those who will listen” - George Santayana.
The more I listen, the more I feel that Mother Nature brings the best out of me. I am falling too, too much for her. I crave her every moment. She comforts me when my mind races with anxiety. She lets me laugh harder than my closest friend. Now that I think about it, she was always there. Must have been me. Because I only started to notice her presence. She is bold and clear. She always carries her wand that spits truth. Always dressed in green and brown.I love those colors. Especially when she sends me a selfie playing outside. Her energy emanates that of a young child: naive, bold, audacious. She cares for herself like I have never seen. The way she looks at herself when she stares in the mirror, makes me jealous. I want her to look into my eyes the same way. I want her to love me as she loves herself. But she doesn’t want to love me, she wants me to learn to love me. Why? Why must I go through hurdles to feel that same affection that I saw in the mirror? “To be there when I can’t,” she said. “Learn to love yourself and never leave it up to anyone else. Mark my words, there will come a time when you will go ahead and teach others to do the same.There is nothing more fulfilling than the genuine love that radiates from within.” That day was the best. That day was the first day of the rest of my life.