“And so my prayer is that your story will have involved some leaving and some coming home, some summer and some winter, some roses blooming out like children in a play. My hope is your story will be about changing, about getting something beautiful born inside of you about learning to love a woman or a man, about learning to love a child, about moving yourself around water, around mountains, around friends, about learning to love others more than we love ourselves, about learning oneness as a way of understanding God. We get one story, you and I, and one story alone. God has established the elements, the setting and the climax and the resolution. It would be a crime not to venture out, wouldn’t it?
It might be time for you to go. It might be time to change, to shine out.
I want to repeat one word for you:
Roll the word around on your tongue for a bit. It is a beautiful word, isn’t it? So strong and forceful, the way you have always wanted to be. And you will not be alone. You have never been alone. Don’t worry. Everything will still be here when you get back. It is you who will have changed.”
― Donald Miller
but now I see it already exist. Thanks Pablo Neruda
He who becomes the slave of habit,
who follows the same routes every day,
who never changes pace,
who does not risk and change the color of his clothes,
who does not speak and does not experience,
He or she who shuns passion,
who prefers black on white,
dotting ones "it’s" rather than a bundle of emotions, the kind that make your eyes glimmer,
that turn a yawn into a smile,
that make the heart pound in the face of mistakes and feelings,
He or she who does not turn things topsy-turvy,
who is unhappy at work,
who does not risk certainty for uncertainty,
to thus follow a dream,
those who do not forego sound advice at least once in their lives,
He who does not travel, who does not read,
who does not listen to music,
who does not find grace in himself,
she who does not find grace in herself,
He who slowly destroys his own self-esteem,
who does not allow himself to be helped,
who spends days on end complaining about his own bad luck, about the rain that never stops,
He or she who abandon a project before starting it, who fail to ask questions on subjects he doesn’t know, he or she who don’t reply when they are asked something they do know,
Let’s try and avoid death in small doses,
reminding oneself that being alive requires an effort far greater than the simple fact of breathing.
Only a burning patience will lead
to the attainment of a splendid happiness.” Pablo Neruda
Vintage means “old” in case you have forgotten. Here is some things I drew a while back. I can’t remember when I did this because there is no date on it.
It must be spring now.
And a little lamb that is drinking milk out of a bottle from a person. Maybe that person is “Mary” because “Mary” used to have a little lamb. I can still play “Mary has a little lamb” on the piano.
This one is for the dreamers, idealist, the trouble makers, gentle rebels, those who want to make a difference, those who always see the good, those poetic souls, the outcasts, the misfits, this one is for everyone who dreams with open eyes. We need dreamers who make things happen. We need more people who care, not people who just leave the situation. There is always hope. Work it out, don’t give up on it. Everything will fall apart at first but later it will all get stitch back together if we can all just help. Don’t just pray because that alone wont help, you need to pray for strength to change this certain situation. Be the warm heart amongst all those cold hearts.