I listened to this song on the day of one of my friend’s funeral. He took his life, what a painful day it was. But this song was such a comforting song for me to release the pain I felt that day. I hope he’s walking that same field at peace and no longer in pain. ❤️🩹
The world is yours, explore it. Adventure, climb, sail, run, walk, hike, do whatever you can to experience the extreme beauty this world has to offer you.
Remarkable comment I have came across. Never have seen such beautiful words intact in a sense of imagination. Good luck to whoever you are. I really hope to the lord you will be blessed someday.🙏🏻
Colors of the wind; Am i doing the right thing? I haven’t stepped foot inside my house without feeling like a stranger in so long. My heart and soul long for something other than the still emptiness that occupies my self. It seems to linger in my room where no one seems to see it. I am so different from yesterdays yet i see the world with a longing so strong sometimes i am afraid ill be destroyed and lost in it. I see the trees and the birds and the sky and wonder in all the fascination around how i am still stuck to this life. How do I manage, i think, to write this and go to class and take my notes and study.. how do I manage its consistency when my mind is filled with tales of climbing trees in american beech forests, looking at a ceiba and waiting for the joy to overcome me so profoundly that i am moved into undeniable action. How do I sit in this desk to a confined space when the anatomy of the free-est bird are unbeknownst to me? How do I manage when I cannot fly to the blue sky that tells me gently I am small and limited, but limitless. I manage somehow to reason with myself by using my life force, wonder; my personal weapon. Never will it ever waste or end. My wonder of the trees and insects and silence and colors and plants. Only when I am away too long, from the sun, the water, the earth, do i see there is no other point. How I could be happy with the silence of a tree with nothing but its trunk and canopy of shade as a companion; i do not know. Not in an explanatory sense: but my soul knows, it just feels. I live with all the colors of the wind singing different songs yet saying all the same things. My most secret friends. My dearest, my most loving, by far the most patient.
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