Forest

Noen ganger faller ord ned i hodet på meg, og jeg får et ekstremt behov for å skrive det ned. Det skjedde i dag mens jeg skulle skrive en nett adresse inn i nettadresse feltet. Dermed begynte skrivinga der, for så å bli overført til word, som er et litt mer egnet skrive program.

Bilde(eller den hvite skikkelsen i bilde...) har jeg selv laget med ny nedlastede Paint.net, og det er en illustrasjon til teksten:

~ ~ Forest ~ ~

Swooping through life is not an option. Behind every dark tree there is another, blocking your way, making you crash when you don’t pay attention. If you fly higher, branches will keep slapping you in your face, keeping you down. If you're not strong enough to break through the leaf roof, you have no choice but to fly in the thick, dark forest, with rare rays of light on your path ones in a while. You risk crashing because you try to hard. Fly to fast. Fly over the branches, and it will become brighter and easier to fly, but mighty mother nature will give you a hard time, and you will get weary earlier then you were supposed to and maybe blow away, away from the safety of the branches. Your fall will be long, and your landing hard. If you’re lucky, the forest floor is soft, so the fall won’t kill you.

It’s a wonderful feeling, to fly. But sometimes we all need a little break from our struggles. To walk in the soft moss, admire the mighty trees, smell the sweet scents, and hear the rivers never ending flow. To just enjoy your surroundings and be at peace with the fact that you can’t always fly highest, is the greatest gift you can give your self. So land once in a while. Or are you in a hurry to get to the end of the forest? To the end of your life?