twentyfive-ish thoughts

while I ran, I thought to myself about wishbones and trees. now what would happen if wishbones could be trees? there would be more to try for, wishes to make, and we’d be much happier.

before I saw that wishbone of a tree, there were two butterflies on top of me and they were having a good Saturday fling.

wish I could keep secrets, but my face gives me away. the stressful days, the tired days, the lonely days, even the happy days.

wish you could stay and keep the demons at bay.

wish I were more awesome, so much so that I could fight my own demons. because demons won’t matter when the skilled sword cuts through them.

wishes at night ought to come true.

27 and a day old.

Moving forward at a slow, but steady pace. Life has so many colours, so many flavours, and I need to remember to savour each and every step. There is still many other adventures waiting for me.

Strawberries on a chilly Friday morning makes my day this much easier. We lament about the lack of time we have, and the exhaustion we feel. But aren’t we the masters of our destinies?

Let’s start with eating some strawberries.

Every step may be a challenge, but if we don’t try, we’ll never know if we’d make it.