Ocean drops

A little bird once told me that the best way to make great things happen is to get out of bed early.

Unfortunately, for many people, getting out of bed is a struggle in itself.

Thus, this entry.

This post is for those who, upon waking up, realize there’s so much more to be done, but are too afraid, or anxious, or scared, or helpless to stand up. It’s not for a lack of trying; it’s for a lack of seeing the results of their efforts. t’s not because they don’t tell themselves to stand up, it’s because when they do, they hear a constant nagging behind their ears to “Focus on me! Stop what you’re doing. Focus on my voice!”

Many times, that voice wins.

This is for those who sleep at night dreading tomorrow, those who wake up in the morning dreading the day, those who stay awake at odd hours worrying. Mostly about many things, usually about some things, sometimes about nothing.

This is for those who find refuge in words, or art, or colours, or smoking, or movies, or isolation, or going far away, or not going anywhere.

This is for those who aren’t feeling well right now: those who woke up with frowns, with tears stained faces, with clammy hands for reasons unknown. Those who feel unmotivated, uninteresting, unloved, unseen, unnoticed, impermanent, irrelevant.

This is for you, whoever you are.

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You are billions and billions (and billions and billions) (and billions) of cells: cells mapped in formations, a sentient clone of the universe.

Or multiverses.

You are the universe in microscope.

The universe is you expanded.

You are much, much,

much, much more

than you think.

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And this is not to say that your emotions (or lack or abundance thereof) are irrelevant, never. Rather, this means that every piece of you is known, by me, by everyone who lives.

We are all each other’s universes. A dent in yours creates similar dents in mine, and when yours grow bigger (through experience, or time, or healing, or love, or laughter) then mine does as well.

We are each other’s universes: we are each other’s suns, we are each other’s orbits, we are each other’s earths. This does not mean that we revolve around each other solely. This means simply that I am a voice in the depths of your universe and I’m telling you through this that my universe will feel better if I knew your universe was fine.

But this also means that if your universe is under the weather, then my universe will wait — patiently — until yours recover. It will, eventually. Maybe not as soon as we both may want it to be, but the universe has its way of making things work.

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The universe has never been majestic because it had a perfect creation — it is what it is because of clashes in space, of asteroids crashing on rocks, or meteorites denting planets, of stars bursting. It is what it is because of stars being born, of elements forming life, of infinity, or our perception of it.

You are your own universe, and while you may not feel like you deserve to be one, remember that you don’t deserve to be anything, and yet you became a source of life.

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There is struggle, and there is pain, and dreading, and depression.

There is loss, and hardship, and anguish.

There is decline in strength, decline in faith, decline in hope.

And those are valid.

Yet, there also is the realization that there are things yet to be unraveled, much like how there is so much more to be known about the universe.

Things will unravel. There are infinite possibilities.

The universe will unfold itself so let it surprise you.

And know, just know that my universe will accompany yours slowly, slowly, yet every step of the way.

And then one day, maybe you will begin to look forward to mornings.